DIVISIVE SEEKER

You and me; us and them  

The myth; the story; the truth

Caught between these words

Life evades the seeker ! 

UNSAID TRUTH

The book is on the study table

The blessed pages are turned

The sacred verses are read

 The holy lines are remembered

Even as the light illuminates the open pages

The revered truth remains unsaid! 

BOLTED WITHIN

The old rugged  curtains are drawn and the smoky window panes are held shut

But with the glowing brilliance of the shining sun

A little bit of sunshine stills seep in!

As within darkened mazy corners of the ever clinging mind

There is still so much anger, and so much hatred! 

But yet, the comforting rays of love can still seep in!  

Caged within the four walls of the ego and bolted by the door of fear! 

Oh little bird of truth!  Will you ever be set free? 

FOUR SOLACES

Suppose there is no heaven and suppose there is no why

If all is empty; including the truth and the sky

If so dear friend, does it really matter; the way, we live or die ?

As belief and truth, my beloved friend

Don't always merge, or smoothly blend

Whether a cloud of dust or an angel to ascend 

all are possible till the very end

So live life  with virtue, as there is no other solution

Pure in mind, without greed, hate or delusion

And virtue, to choose beyond conflicting choices

Yields itself to the four final solaces

As suppose there is an evermore and suppose there is there is a fruit

A mind of virtue, in heaven shall surely reap

Thus is the first of the solaces 

But; suppose there is no hereafter and suppose there is no fruit

Yet here and now, free of greed hate and delusion

The mind of virtue; serene and happy it shall keep

Thus is the second of the solaces

Suppose evil begets evil, and good begets good

A virtuous mind begets only good

Thus is the third of the solaces 

But; suppose evil does not beget evil and good does not beget good

Living without hate greed and delusion; is still as good

Thus is fourth and final of the solaces 

Thus ,sweet are the ways of virtue; sweeter than honey and molasses

Free of hate greed and delusion

Great are the four and final solaces