The Container - Poem by RAJ NANDY
Water has no inherent figure, size or shape,
It takes the form of the container where it gets
So does the soul reside in vessels of old,
To become formless once we break the mould!
The formless one can take the form He desires,
But we remain formless once we retire!
(Under the influence of Zen philosophy)
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