Emotions have descended from heaven To fill the pot of thirsty mendicant Ears filled with the resonating music of stillness Oh mendicant, where more he would want your journey to lead Garden filled with colours so earthen Fragrant flowers speak the language so mystic Breeze carries the eternal hope of continued Joy Oh Heaven, what are you doing here in the world of mortals Mind wants to mind no one’s business Barriers continue disappear with the fading individuality So called fault finding hides in shame and never wants to peep out Oh Man, where has gone all grudges developed in the anvil of the slavery mind A drop of dawn's dew carries a character and form, Transparent, unassuming, uneventful, reflecting, forming, deforming, disappearing, All moments treasured in the joy of being "unidentified" Oh God (Mother), in thy will, thy way, and thy nature is all that is “life”
Why are WE here? The Purpose of existence seeks reason, that seeking explores the reason, when we realise the reality... "Know Thyself"-www.freemeditation.com