FIVE MINUTES TO ETERNITY

Five minutes to eternity

The clock stands still

Time is frozen

My thoughts too

As frosted fingers reach out

And my thawed heart gives in

A Smile is what breaks free

YES OR NO

One to one; face to face

Not contrived by Fear or favor

Guided only by compassion

Freedom to choose between two worlds

Acceptance or action!

Only one of these shall prevail!

As wisdom whispers to the mindful ear  

Let my chary lips speak

The final!  Yes or no! 

SWORD OF WISDOM

Fighting this raging battle of so called life 

The wearied mind tells me; time to give up ! 

The aching heart  clings on ; and pleads to me,not to 

unscathed and unstained; still sharp and shinning !   

The sword of wisdom tells me which of these to follow 

DHARMA CHAMELEON

Changing contrast to the context!

Changing with the flow!

Merging with the ever changing contour!

Molding to every color; molding to every hue!

I wish my mind too was as flexible as you!

 

Flexible in attitude; flexible in perspective!

Flexible in accepting; things that I cannot change!

Oh! Phantasmagorical chameleon hidden in the bush!

How flexible is the color of your skin! 

PEBBLE IN THE RIVER

Oh shinning pebble in the river bed

Who is it who shapes thee?  

Who is it who polishes your rounded curves!

A silent observer!  So still you seem!

But to the flowing water you smoothly yield

Does the vastness of the river still hold traces of your colour?

Does the freshness of the water still hold the taste of your mineral breath?

Shaped by the eddies of adversity; but not carried away by the currents of passion

Still yet changing; silent yet yielding!

Holding on to nothing; but letting all things flow

Oh mighty pebble, shining in the river bed!

Yielding in form; but unyielding in principle!

How mighty is thy endurance! 

LEAF IN THE MONSOON

The lashing rain is pouring

Transient streams are flowing

Drawn by the wavy currents

A leaf lost in the monsoons

Floating along in peace

Nothing to watch for; nothing to wish for

No preferred time; no desired destination

Floating in ecstasy; taking the course of destiny

With every sudden change of course

How limitless is the bliss!

MURKY MIND AND CLEAR WATER

Oh murky mind lost in self contemplation!

What’s with all of this confusion?

What is all of this inner conflict about?

Look at water!

Look at water and learn!

Water knows no colors

Water knows no form

Water knows no exclusive right way!

Yet it fills the shape of every bowl

And flows away when the time comes

No form or path, does is cling to

No permanent stain or color does it carry

Yet shaping and giving life!

Essence less, yet the essence of everything!

How clear is the water!

 How clear beyond all confusion!

Oh murky mind of mine, be like this clear water

When the storm is raging and cold rain pours

Oh murky mind! Just let it fill and let if flow!

DAWN TO DUST

When I was once dead, your fragrance brought me to life again

But faster than the morning mist,  you have left the dawn of my life

Now that your presence has  vanished , what miracle of yours  keeps me here  alive!

Is it your silent divinity that brightens my  clear blue skies

Is it your musical voice that embraces me as the warm summer breeze

Is it your everlasting  love that guides me through  this meandering maze of reality

Overwhelmed by your memories , my  sun is still shining high in the cloudless sky 

But still, my lonely heart yearns to see its  sunset 

Oh love of my life ! Will you meet me down the  corner , when dusk sets in? 

THE THREE DOORS OF LIBERATION

Oh lost and lonely soul; wandering the mind’s deluded maze  

Don’t you ever want to break free?

Do you try to; but fall back

Fall back into the pit of carnal perseveration !

Don’t your self crafted keys of stealth and passion

Lead not to eternal liberation?

Listen then thou ; oh lost soul; to this ancient wisdom

Let the music of love play, and the bell of reason ring

As you step towards the three doors of liberation

The first door to liberation; Emptiness

Step in if you please  

Where everything is connected; everything’s a blend

Everything is composite; and it all comes to end

Nothing is inherent; and no object has essence

Where ego is delusional, and self, a mere pretence

 Thus is the eternal door of Emptiness

The first door to liberation

The second door to liberation; Signlessness

Step in if you please

 

Formless is the object; but to reality it’s blind  

Boundaries and borders, drawn up by the viewing mind

For, there is no separate existence

And there is no separate entity

Words and labels seem to point ;  but the truth is devoid of self identity

Thus is the eternal door of  signlessness

The second  door to liberation

The third door to liberation ; aimlessness

  

Walk in if you please

There is no purpose ; other that the present moment

No craving, no longing, no anxiety to torment

No wishing , no compulsion ; no pressure to do

Live the moment, and feel its true

Thus is the eternal door of aimlessness

The third door to liberation

Oh lost and lonely soul of the mind

Step through the three doors of liberation

With keys of reason and  eyes of compassion

With emptiness, signlessness and aimlessness

Wake up! Wake up to the awakened one ! 

UNEXPECTED RAIN

The sudden thunder awakens me from my sunny slumber

 

The storm clouds greet me by the dark and lonely sky

Startling rain drops drench me with surprise

Where was the voice of  thunder during those long summer nights?

Where were the embracing clouds when the earth and sky were barren?

Where were the raindrops when I thirsty in the wilderness ? 

Now that my struggle is over; they greet me with a rainy smile! 

When I no longer need the rain to sustain me and my pointless existence! 

I no longer wither and wilt, without raindrops to moisten my heart!

I no longer wait longingly  for the coming of the monsoon clouds

Yet, like an unexpected visitor the rain has come

Without knocking on my door , he had drenched me!

Without asking me, he had brought home the dark rainy clouds

Now that I am drenched, now that they have come

What am I to do; but to welcome them with wide open arms? 

What am to serve them :except the emptiness of my soul?