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"jaggi" poems
" Mind" ... a Burden Do they have brains God! these scurrying,hurrying,busy little ants? So fixed in intend, so large their burden Overcoming all; and to what end? Do they even know Dear God! That life is short and so uncertain? A heavy boot, a gust of wind And for them, its the curtain. Do they not think Sweet Lord! To put down their load awhile? to savour or bemoan their lot in life, why carry on regardless, for the good of their kind. Why do We have brains My Lord? when it would have served mankind Just as well as these tiny ants To work ,live and perish without a thought. Indu ***** 30th May 2011..... Goa
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
Mind .....a burden
life Unfolding When, the rainbow has bled its colors, Lying as dust 'neath ones feet When, the magic finally wears thin, Tattered as an old moth's wings. When, the stardust haze settles down Revealing reality, with its thistle crown, When, once graceful limbs have slowed their pace Our burning ambitions having lost or won the race. Then, some four score years or more Life's purpose begins to unfold, Then, ever seeking, all one finds Is the "Self" in the Divine. Indu ***** Dec 2010
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Life Unfolding
Visit to the psychiatrist The “more Sensitive Ones”, The delicately balanced beings, Those living on the edge of life, “Feeling” more than “living” it seems. Needing to be nurtured and cocooned, By the mentally well adjusted, Or by the full-blooded buffoons Who keep them,- in life- interested. Do gently but surely tug, Into the deep dark depths Of their own despairing, Melancholy, Inverted selves. Till both breathe as twin souls Mirroring each other. Both forever, left wondering Who has violated whom? Indu ***** 15.04.2007
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
Visit to the Psychiatrist
how do I die to separation, to experience unity, having experienced unity, Why do I die to it and breathe free in separation again, why thoughts banished and thought overcome, return stealthily yet again, with added fervor. Having tasted the sublime, why do I go back to the mundane yet again. Shifts in my reality and illusion a never ending circle how do I put one genie back in the bottle forever. Indu ***** May 2012
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
Sublime Love