A Soulful Song
Hold the ground firm, bound by
time
Each step, a milestone for the
seeker
I stride to the end that’s behind
me,
Is it far or is it near?
Or did I move at all?
Listen to the self when the world
is dead.
The self sleeps when the world
awakes
Within you, both knitted by a
frail thread.
A heart, pierced by the wounded
folks
A life, neither alive nor dead.
Run away to the promise land
Where the heathen gods you prayed,
Bless and curse, cut and heal by
the same hand.
They satiate your hunger
And famish your thoughts before
the sands of time.
To break free, I must search
The sun, within my heart’s sky
With all the colours of that bewitching
arch
That paints the picture for the
world’s eye.
I am the artist and the rest, my canvas.
I am the artist and the rest, my canvas.
ReplyDeleteSuuuuper.. dear
That which is near but far
When you awaken to That,
You would see, rest of you all sleeping.....I like it
Thank you ji. You know where the idea is from. Namaste!
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