Seconds, smiles and sorrows
Knock at your door continuously,
Passing like beads on the string
Before your muted eyes and lips.
Man is attracted to many things
Of this world and its shadows,
But one after another they all fail,
Ending up as dust and disgust.
Dismissing or enjoying, no one escapes
Most fall prey to the apparent,
Never going deeper than the tricky surface,
Staying stuck in the traffic of the mind.
The ultimate ecstasy can't be
A foot on the Moon or sleeping on a lavender field
But transcending everything worldly,
As the Presence that you are.
Sunday, February 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: life,awakening,spirit,transcendent