Emotions spiced-up in passion.
Hot, tearful, fuming, fearful & weary (feeling incomplete, insecure);
to seek thy source (my purpose, place, partner, peak), before I lose my Force (Life).
The Truth, but it seems, is out there, some where;
I want to have it, to believe in my Source.
Hot, tearful, fuming, fearful & weary (feeling incomplete, insecure);
to seek thy source (my purpose, place, partner, peak), before I lose my Force (Life).
The Truth, but it seems, is out there, some where;
I want to have it, to believe in my Source.
Shepherded by The Force; I sense silently but slightly after all (realisation).
The search in essence, is for thy Source (my Creator);
that stays silent & still, deep inside my soul.
This Truth, now stands above All.
Driven by Faith, now plugged-in fearlessly (mindful),
deep inside - into the Source Supreme;
I am my Source, the Source is in me.
Recall the searching senses, the search has been called off;
The Source (my Creator), in fact, is my Soulful Self.
A Love (My True Love) so Supreme, now lovingly dares my Self in Source;
To surrender myself, to the elements of an infinite Force.
Selflessly makes us Live, the Force that Lives us;
This Love (endless want for Union with beloved), is for none other, but for the Supreme Source
Surrendered totally in every action &
and even in an extreme reaction (to live Life);
Sensing silently, through eternal navigation.
A calm mind, realizes when low on apprehension (mindful)
that this body is forced, even for a simple inspiration (Breath - Prana).
Let the Source of Force glow, radiate through mine,
Let it put Me to use or even it it feels like an abuse;
for the purpose of Life, Shall never be misuse. And,
so I shall strive to ever accept and Never do refuse.
As thy Self in thou Soul, is the Force of Source ... !
As the web issues out of the spider and is withdrawn,
As the plants sprout from the earth,
As the hair grows from the body, even so,
The Sages, say this universe springs from
The deathless Self, The Source of Life.
The Mundaka Upanishada (1.7)
2 comments:
What happened to the Vikas whose writing had so much innocence and honesty in it? Why do I get the feeling that this is very studied and too perfect.
Oops that was my comment above, dont know why and how the identity went wrong
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