Pulsing Spirit In The Maze Of Life
Poem by Ayni Poet
Rhymes and roses woven into silk paper,
Sweet language releasing odors of erudition,
Meaning and comprehension subside into stilness,
Being glows free of texture or weight!
In the fire of fight or while deeply resting,
The undercurrent of Tao infuses all things,
While lotus flowers come to life and die,
The water holds them easily beyond time!
Days may drown in fuss and confusion,
The mind could toss in its endless dramatic dialogues,
But you, this nameless aware Spirit
Are incessantly sitting down, at the core of existence!
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