Showing posts with label Contemplation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Contemplation. Show all posts

Friday, 1 May 2015

May this Day!

May this Day! - a Swamy(po)em to celebrate Life on May Day

Just one more object, you once again long, 
Even if the loved ones do say it's wrong.
May this Day show...
Objects come & go, but Love lasts as strong!

Just one more time, you indulge that puff,
Making all those sane, leave you in a huff.
May this Day clear...
The cloud of smoke and call your sickly bluff!

Just one more bite, you crave for the spicy,
Knowing fully well, your health could be dicey.
May this Day clean...
The toungue tied appetite that makes wellness pricey!

Just one more swig, you thirst for more pegs,
Even as your sense, pleads to stop & begs.
May this Day wash...
The moronic pull that pushes you to kegs!

Just one more snooze, you pause that alarm,
Even as flying birds chirp and rays of Sun swarm.
May this Day light...
The will to wake up and walk, making the heart warm!

Just one more curse, you bark, rile and blame,
Knowing that rage will bring you more shame.
May this Day cool...
The lava of anger that blocks you from Mount Fame!

Just one more lie, you tell casually to win,
Masking the truth with a sugary little spin.
May this Day peel...
The hurtful facade away, and throw it into the bin!

Just one more menace, you ignore that stray,
Knowing its unconditional love, never goes astray.
May this Day cure...
The apathy to care, so you can empathize before you gray!

Just one more wish, you bow, pray and ask,
As many do, and turn the creator to a master of task.
May this Day bless...
The wishers a will to act, so in glory they can bask!

Just one more day, you spend again like in the past,
Even as Life blooms, trots, wafts, flies around so fast.
May this Day set...
The inner spark alight, so the rest of Life isn't so aghast!

Just one more routine, you go through the grind and brace,
As purposeless ambition & pointless competition suck Joy away sans trace.
May this Day set...
The inner self alight, and shower you with boundless Grace!

Just one more fallen, you pass the wilted flower with sneer,
Knowing not it blossomed in full, laughing at your in silent jeer.
May this Day offer... 
The chance for you to Be Joyful & Spread the Cheer! 


@PrakashSwamy
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Wednesday, 31 December 2014

I am. Not!

In the higher peaks of me
I tried seeing myself,
Only to realize...
I am not my Self.

In the denser forests of me
I tried smelling myself,
Only to realize...
I am not my Self.

In the broader spectrum of me
I tried hearing myself,
Only to realize...
I am not my Self.

In the deeper oceans of me
I tried tasting myself,
Only to realize...
I am not my Self.

In the farther lands of me
I tried touching myself,
Only to realize...
I am not my Self.

I tried seeing far, but
Could not see my Self.

I tried smelling deep, but
Could not smell my Self.

I tried hearing sharp, but
Could not hear my Self.

I tried tasting strong, but
Could not taste my Self.

I tried touching hard, but
Could touch my Self.


I tried, tried, tried, tried and tried…

In the vaster expanses of me
I tried thinking of myself,
Only to realize...I am not my Self.


I tried again,
And then realized…

I am neither the peak,
Nor am I the seen...

I am neither the forest,
Nor am I the smell…

I am neither the spectrum,
Nor am I the sound…

I am neither the ocean,
Nor am I the taste…

I am neither the land,
Nor am I the touch…


I stopped trying,
And then realized…

I am a distant relative of Self
On the rare occasions we meet, 
I think... 
Self contemplates... and 
Both of us remain Silent!


I fell silent,
And then…

In my quest to find my Self
I realized I am not myself... and 
Only when I and me disappear, 
The Self will appear!


I remained silent,
And…

The Self is the peak and seeing… and
Beyond the heights seen.

The Self is the forest and smelling… and
Beyond the dense smelt.

The Self is the spectrum and hearing… and
Beyond the sounds heard.

The Self is the ocean and tasting… and
Beyond the depths tasted.

The Self is the land and touching… and
Beyond the reaches touched.

The Self is the mind and thinking… and
Beyond the expanses of thought.


I remained…

The Self is the sense… and
Beyond the senses!

The Self is the thought… and
Beyond the thoughts!

The Self is silence… and
Beyond the silence!


The Self is all… and
Beyond the all!

The Self is I… and
Beyond the I!

I...


The Self Is…
I Am. Not!

@PrakashSwamy, ACC