Spool Poem by Jaya Das
Spool
The invincible spool goes on rolling
Unwinding the falling thread
If loosely wound, it tangles itself
If wound tight, it breaks
At mean, lays the balancing beam of freedom
from stitching veil of life I am hemmed in, maya.
Maya and life alone are the TWO illusions none know why all ourlives we RUN after Maya alone I think Shanti is a better proposition I had known a family who had no shanty till they employed a maid called Shanti and called he shanty not knowing the different meaning between the two they remained unhappy... at least you compare well between Maya and life.. all your youthful life while one day you will also be a great wife don't run after may money only love all poor and give all freely share and more happiness will come to thee what is Life yes without maya and shanti both are needed
Maya and the veil of life. loose threads that tangles. spool rolling tight and sometimes loose. so wonderful imaginative poem about life and maya. body and soul. illusion and reality and belief. thank you for this great poem. tony
Great analogy and a logical philosophy of life nicely presented. Thanks.
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4/26/2024 3:56:50 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Life unfolding, perhaps life unraveling. It is so so commonly said, - life unraveling- that I think we forget to see the tie to that spool. There is a great reminder in this wonderful work of the spool, the thread, the nexus with life and a lifetime. A great poem, Jaya.