Crowded lives of steam and star dust
Adorning the scenes of a cosmic theater,
Playing as souls get hooked,
Stretching them from malice to kindness
And from despair to hope,
Dancing a trivia of worldly matters.
Could you, my friend and brother
Escape these locked shackles
A scenario always on repeat,
Awakening,
And cutting through the layers of confusion,
Straight into the Heart of Truth?
Love is longing to see you,
Seated on the throne of Peace
And put in your empty hands
The seeds of the Absolute!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Indeed, this is the truth, and it always radiate that consciousness and awakening in us. After reading the poem for the third time, I realised you might have chosen the blank verse to symbolise that awakening and so there was no need to limit the truth with strict rhyme pattern. I am in a hurry to see love seated on the Throne of Peace and end this trivia dance of worldly matters. Great work of art!