(not the season)
A spring
A perennial source of inspiration
about it
we have loads and loads of information
and that
we have as our scriptures
to depict that
we have made our sculptures
we call all these.....
our rich heritages from our ancestors
WHERE IS THAT SPRING....
A PERRENIAL SOURCE OF INSPIRATION
Have we lost sight of it due to our pride?
A spring could'nt be encaptured
A spring could'nt be stored
The scriptures and sculptures were reservoires....
born out of this spring
Just a pride about those....
would'nt bring back the spring.
The scriptures and sculptures are not an ' over ' thing
it was just a ' beginning ' thing
This spring can neither have a beginning nor ending
it is a perennial thing.
WHERE IS THAT SPRING.....
A PERENNIAL SORCE OF INSPIRATION
How do we find this spring
It's just not a common thing
to be found by one and be used by all
Do we need a ' DIVINER ' to divine this spring?
THE DIVINITY IN 'YOU'
HAS TO DIVINE THIS PERENNIAL SPRING ' IN YOU'
' FOR YOU '
so true, everything lies in the things which our forefathers leaves to learn....like what your poem melted the real righteousness of our ancestor......your a great poet, who unlock the meaning of Oneness to the source of Life thank you my friend...God bless..... A 10
An inspiring poem and I am astonished how failed to read such poem....... well penned and moved gracefully....... my sincere thanks for your sharing......
A brilliant exploration into the essence...of life! Excellent composition.
The idea is so beautiful sir! the question leads to an inner calling! :)
A Spring is fresh is pure It bubbles out from deep within The hot magma core of life Boils and creating questions Fissures in the mind Rising thoughts so divine They come out as a Spring To slake and cool the soul's thirst. The pun on word Divine Does remind the divinity held within! A wonderful poem luring the spirit and soul skywards as always your thoughts never fail to amaze me! Angel
After going through, it springs no surprise - it's a great write on a subject we ought to have owned and utilized but largely ignored to our utter disadvantage. well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
“Sitting quietly, doing nothing, spring comes, and the grass grows by itself”- Zen proverb