The Journey Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Dirty I was with long journeys, and she found me a river that flowed tranquil in the suburb of the city. I thought it was the Ganges of purest waters and I immersed into it while small fishes kissed my feet and tickled the self. When I sat upon the banks sunshine wiped those drops that shined on my cleansed body and breeze touched my senses to leave me refreshed.

The road ahead was stretching endless and I felt the pangs of hunger leaving me blind. She had kept a plastic bag with rice among the wastes- I fed myself with that thinking it was her Prasad and it is my Mother who was feeding me. I never felt the rotten smell of it, perhaps that is the most delicious food that I have ever tasted in life.

The path ahead was lit by His brilliant light. I followed my paces and rested among the beggars upon the street my first teachers of philosophy. The teardrops that flowed down through my cheeks I thought they were the heavenly streams of the Himalayas. The salt in it nourished the banks and there appeared trees that bear delicious fruits.

Such is your mercy, my Mother! Everything was for this moment- of silence, of bliss! I am speechless at this shrine of You and I understand that life was just a journey to find You, the deepest consciousness living in even the dead!

© Preeth Nambiar 2014