My Constant Challenge Poem by Savita Tyagi

My Constant Challenge

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The only truth that we know
Is the truth of our own being
It may not be the whole truth
But that is the only truth that
We express and experience.

I have yet to experience
All that I am.
Still unknown to me are the
Layers and depths of mine.

All this sounds too heavy!

The simple truth is-
I live for myself!

My relationship, my wealth,
My travels and adventures,
My successes and accomplishments
Are all hue and shades of my being.

I may not have touched the nucleus
But the outer layer is variegated
And superfluous enough.

I haven't touched the larger truth,
Perhaps because I am only a witness to it
From a distance.
I do believe it encompasses
Not only my being,
But sustains what is beyond me.

It holds both equally in its womb
The unity, the adversity and the
Friction and harmony of our existence.
Creates fractured experiences
For us all yet it remains intact.

May be it is This wider presence
That connects me to others.

If it wasn't like that I won't be
Shedding tears for the broken
Hearts of others or sending prayers
For the healing of their wounds.

It is my constant challenge to protect
And nourish that vital part of my being.

7.30.2017

Monday, July 31, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: spirituality
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 01 August 2017

Outside our sheltered and secluded self, there is something bigger that connects us to the rest of our fellow beings and the world writ large! This makes us essentially human and humane! Living only for oneself is confining to narrow territories. What we are expected to do is to expand to wider circumference beyond the nucleus of self. A poem, great in depth of thought and meaning......Savita!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 31 July 2017

A beautifully penned spiritual poem you have shared here. We feel life and our existence in this Earth very deeply. We express and experience many things. Success accomplishes mind and life. Spirituality nourishes life and heals wounds. Unity and harmony in existence of ours matter a lot. Very nicely penned poem is shared here is excellent one...10

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Akhtar Jawad 31 July 2017

We all are egoists, everywhere it's me, my, and mine. A thoughtful poem.

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