Developing flying art in meditation
Now flying out of body I am again
Remaining in a fine thread of love
I am catching sound of Earth then.
Pain I do not have at all I am happy
Every obstacle I bear and I tolerate
Winter comes summer comes to give
Cold or hot I face ever eagerly I rate.
Hate I do not, every creature I love
I do not fear at all anybody I judge
I do not tremble calamities come go
To adjust, I fly out of body I budge.
Highest point I want to touch in life
Who does call is Divine from back
Ever ready I am to go with God sure
Pure mind tells me ready is my pack.
© Pintu Mahakul,1 November 2016. All rights reserved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is true apotheosis to the Almighty.....we all see the miracle of nature, the sun, the moon, the stars and the earth, we also see the human nature- different creed, caste and what not but our final destination and back journey is to HIM alone.....so why not praise and sing HIS songs....10+++