At vespers
I stop the flow of my life
And breathless, I dive deep inside myself,
Now a reality to me.
How I used to laugh once
When the talk turned to looking inside.
I tried,
I hit a body of solid.
My own heart was inaccessible to me
And my mind, a chimera
A phantasmagoria
Always on the run.
And this frame
insanely caught into a web of demands
And restlessness
That would take several life time to satiate.
Wise men talk of an inside,
The home of wisdom
Where living is eternal,
Joys are mine, yours and ours,
Uncreated
And indestructible,
A place once we left to follow this impermanent breath of life,
A trangression!
Stop a while.
Wrapped and hidden in bundles of harmful emotions
Desires and ignorance
Inside this frame, there is a way to where the truth waits.
Between your eyes
Sit inside yourself
And wait!
To those who try,
Music all the way
And flashes of beautiful lights,
Cascades of humming falls
Conches, church bells, birds songs
Flutes and harps to celebrate the effort!
And to crown it all,
The great embrace of living peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Your poem gives resonance as I recall my one (our journey begins today) . That inner child, that inner child. Yes while you are blindsided to this existence you laugh it off or get perplexed what are they talking about. But once the inner person is found life becomes a different thing for better. Thank you Mohabeer Beeharry.