643. The Long Waiting After Waking Up! 101210 - Poem by Raman Savithiri
I am a fake and others too are fakes
And why does this fake make proofs
To prove its false image to other fakes?
Ephemeral bubble of changing colors
Unto coming and going waves that crumble
Why to cry? Why to bewail? Why to grumble?
Why to bother societies that raise and fall?
Why to get flatten or bloated by people?
Listen carefully within! There is a tender call!
When to depart from this drama of social life
To hurl away thick mask and heavy costumes
To see who am I really without all these strife?
The kind voice says there is a stable base
On which these millions of changes dance
The ‘I’ is not all these but something else
Don’t worry if all things slip and go
Don’t worry if all relations break and go
And that is where and when grace descends
Wait in stillness! Waiting only can be done
Attend only basic needs and in doing so
No more masks to turn away the true Lover! 101210
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