Enlightenment
When sleep becomes a boon
out of tune whether it is noon
When legs become spindly
and walking is forgotten
When time holds no hand
and becomes a blur
When this world begins not to exist
Does all become darkness then?
Who knows…
But the mind itself, what it's playing with
Or is it all a blank?
A Dark?
An emptiness?
Or…
Enlightenment?
Pushpinder Kaur 15.7 19
When this world begins not to exist Does all become darkness then? Who knows… //.... Thanks for deeply philosophical musings including queries based on personal experience and observation. Thanks for sharing a well articulated poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful inquisitive poem- Who knows… But the mind itself, what it's playing with Or is it all a blank? A Dark? An emptiness? Or… Enlightenment? // beautiful poem shared, thanks