The Cultivation Of The Body And Awakening Divinity. By Ray Subrata - Poem by Subrata Ray
The master said, -“You are habit devoured,
Kinesthetic by nature, and reasoning aloud,
To you youth is pleasure and life is gay,
Time carries you from evening to day.
“Why so happens? ”; said the disciple,
“Hope and despair in the two scale.
Here is yes, there is no
Self ego from head to toe.”
“Yes Shire yes, say more please,
We are ignorant, shower your bliss
I feel by conscience, the mirror given by the Lord,
We for desire’s, with ourselves play the fraud.
We make priest, we become king,
Falsify truth, yours bliss, the real thing.
We do not serve, corrupt our tongue,
Praise the self, you remain unsung.
But we can neither know, nor overcome,
The additions of garbage covers life’s sum”.
“I urge you, in your each moment’s thought, think of death,
Where from, and why come, and why sadly the last breath.
Who are around you, and what is the relation,
To day is friendship, and tomorrow is the cessation.
What you call love, is nothing but, vampire’s trap,
It sucks your power, and erases you from the map.
You love body, you love name, and you love fame,
By and by slave you become, to fulfill your game.”
“Pray you Shire to, to point out the path
So that, life becomes a feast of joy and mirth”.
“You fool commit sin, and give your Lord to bear,
Is this your love to Father? Think, carefully hear!
This body, your only land, -remains barren and uncultivated,
Poor to poorer and bankrupt you become, as by greed you get motivated.
You can yield gold-crops, by rooting out, the parasites of ego and lust,
You’re the Farmer’s son, with good seed sown, and profuse harvest must.”
“Know further, you need three precious thing
In your most coveted human life’s spring,
A pious past, iron will, and an wise spiritual Master,
To awaken your body’s Divinity that God in you fosters”.
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