The Springs are not mine
There are days in our lives when we feel the utter temporarity of the joys and sorrows that we live in. We ever lead our life in pursuit of material happiness, and when we find it we realize that it is indeed very short lived. As does the poet in these lines discover the sheer worthlessness of the materialistic pursuits of life. As he turns his attention inwards and sets out in the pursuit of never-ending ecstatic bliss. The following lines appropriately depict the devotee embarking on the spiritual path foregoing the material pleasures in life.
The Springs Are Not Mine
Sitting alone on the coastal line,
I say I am fine…
know-why?…
Forget the blossoms,
The springs are not mine…
The days come and go by,
as do the trivial pursuits of life,
and searching in the blossoms you try,
a reason to live thy life.
The seasons depart as they come,
as daily does the sun,
day rolls into night,
as does life sharing the same plight.
As i sit and ponder,
trying to comprehend the god-given life,
a voice comes from over yonder,
calling for me in the starless nights.
He shows me a world far beyond the ordinary,
seeing it I marvel in wonder,
the perceptions turn dark and bleary,
as he shows me what’s down under.
A new flower blooms,
substantiated by the eternal light,
my doom, ever closer, no longer looms,
i prepare to take the endless flight.
The bird in ecstasy ever delights,
my joy no longer bound by the earthly spring,
I dream not in the starless nights,
filled with joy my voice ever sings.
The light of a thousand suns,
ever illumnes my body divine,
as i forget the blossoms, thankfully,
Thy springs are not mine.
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Ajinkya Mate
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October 6, 2009 12:12 am
