ROUNDED HAPPINESS

Another moonlit night

Happiness round and bright

Still waters soothing

A face above smiling

A warm heart shake

A tender embrace

Oh!  Happy I am being alive!

PAIN

Pain is the truth and painful is the way

Man may struggle forever

But can the curse of pain go away?

Protector of the body, they often say

But, is not pain, the furnace that burns the soul away

Unfathomable in severity, and variegate in form

Each painful one, scorching the mind in a different way

The writhing pain of birth, the gnawing pain of disease

 

The stabbing pain of injury; the choking pain of death rattle

How merciless is the heinous power of pain

In this ever-changing interwoven web of reality

Where life is a game of survival and preference

The truth of pain may be inevitable

Its flagitious sword may be invincible

But still; letting go of self pity, and letting go of the self

The weed of suffering withers; and the blossom of serenity flourishes

As the truth of pain is here to stay!

BLACK SWAN

Oh black swan sailing the still murky waters

What flows through the blankness of your tacit mind?

What do you think of, as you elegantly pedal your webbed feet

Do you ever wonder why the water is still, when the shore is windy? 

Whether it’s the water or the mind that makes it murky

Do you ever wonder; where did I come from; where will I go

Who is the mighty one that made me?

Do you ever wonder; why is it me; why is it them?

If , all this life is a pointless swim?

If you ever wonder so; Oh little black swan floating in the river of time  

How is it that, you still remain, so ceraceously calm?