Home--Coming
Home-coming
Self is so close
The real self
How far have I walked away
Miles and miles
Chasing its many mirages
On oh how many different ways.
Meditation is a journey back
Step by step
Down the tortuous paths
Through the thick undergrowth
Picking careful way.
Self is so deep
The real self
How shallow have been my ways
Waves on waves
Holding how full a sway.
Praying is a plunging in
Stroke by stroke.
Absorbed in its sound
Released for the moment
From the pseudo self--
Its web of visuals—
Vibrating down to the very base
From where all energy flows
And if He wills
A link with your Master!!!
Self is sans thought
The real self
It is pure passion's play,
Copyright © Noman Hamza | Year Posted 2013
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