Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

Sour Feelings Sore My wings, Never Allow Me To Soar High


Away from formalities and rituals
standing alone naked, naked of all
things and thoughts, one attains Nirvana

Rejecting everything, renouncing
probing and denying non Self
one may attain truth and find silence in Mukti.

Silent in heart and mind
from the eternal fountain
love springs naturally
washing away dirt, salts
like river one can flow
into depth of ocean....

Finding cure, healing sores
within one have all powers
extract with smile all sweetness
all I know, sour feelings ever
sore my wings, never allow me to soar
Looking out for something, hides the source
from love one is born, in love one has to live
Some day has to return into source of all love..

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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