Contemplative Poem Poem by Oleg Vorobyov

Bent on reflections how I can
Respond to trammels outwardly,
The things so crammed in mundane span,
And couch attitudes towards them?

So many such I have to pore over,
Like on the Web having fallover;
So many cares worn to worthwhiles,
Like swept by floods of no-worth files.

A creature resonant with Reason,
A chunk of ruminating flesh,
Which whets his brain on solipsism
Under the spell of mental trash.

Think twice before you utter "wisdoms"
Releasing inner strains from prisons
Which thinking beasts incarcerate, -
You've outpoured, at any rate...

No-thinking zone like samadhi,
Where no one is nowhere,
Where feeds on vitalising blood He,
The Absolute with no care.