Yours
The Power.
That lies within you.
Its flow slowed.
Or sometimes stopped.
By you.
Flowing in the feeling of-
I that is me.
And myself.
That is you.
The word I is a full stop.
Me is the wall.
Myself nulls your existence.
Though it is the perfect three in one.
To live successfully.
In this beautiful material world.
Devoid of the Maya-
Illusion.
The reality in the form of illusion.
To see, to know and to feel the non-existence of I.
posted by ChetanBhattarai@Ghy at Tuesday, October 25, 2005
3 Comments:
Is to touch the illusion.
The medium is You.
And.
The Mantra is Yours.
Samarpayaami.
For the Maya belongs to Him.
So are you.
He owns both.
His Maya.
And your Maya.
So who is He?
What is He?
Why not She?
Understand His Maya.
You decide the form.
You choose.
No interference.
Heads or tails.
Or you can just quit.
No questions asked.
But remember.
The coin is His.
So is the ground.
Everything.
That you can or can't think of.
Belongs to Him.
But you still are given.
A choice.
Maya.
You just have to say.
Yours.
And you are HIS.
All your sorrows.
HIS.
If you let Him have them.
Your pain.
Ask him to take it.
He does.
It always was HIS.
Ask Him to make you Happy.
He will be more than Happy.
To do so.
For happiness was always.
Yours.
He says Yours.
And becomes You.
You say Yours.
And become a part.
Of Him or Her.
Once you become a part.
You enter Maya.
The Reality.
You become.
The leaf, the tree.
The clouds.
The flower.
The butterfly.
You can become anything.
You like.
One moment you are the smallest.
Particle in the universe.
Next you become.
The Universe.
The whole Universe is inside you.
And you are inside the Universe.
Inside Maya.
Devoid of I me and myself.
You live forever.
You are never born.
You never die.
Sanaatan.
The feeling of.
Not being ever born.
And never to die.
Will be with you.
You will be happy in.
The form you sprout again.
In the form of a DEVA.
One who gives.
Without any motive.
The duty is to give.
Never to stop giving.
Free of cost.
You can close your eyes.
And feel.
The Illusion is Reality.
I me and myself is nothing.
Compared.
To the soft green grass.
Which lets the cow to chew it.
Without thinking once.
Of I me and myself.
For it is the duty of the grass.
And the cow gives the milk (grass).
Without I me and myself.
Only yours.
With the feeling.
Of being His of Her.
You want to be a tree.
To serve others.
With wood, fruits and shade.
You will be a tree.
You want to quench the thirst.
You will be the water.
You want to quench the thirst.
Of Mother Earth.
You will be the rains.
Want to flow.
From one place to another.
Giving life.
You will be the air.
And if you don't want anything.
You will be his.
For once you leave.
The desire of want.
You can fell Him.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
You become.
Him.
Post a Comment
<< Home