Om

Power of wind you'd learn to harness Enjoying every step of the way. You'd think of the now and not the mess That you left behind just yesterday. Sometimes process of art is healing At other times same effect has sport. Your persona is too appealing Although our meeting was rather short. I haven't tried dancing but I will. All ways to Om should be discovered, Curiosity one should not kill For traits of self to be uncovered. It happens, one can live his lifetime Not really knowing who he is. Grabbing all he can yelling "It's mine!" Not noticing the beauty of trees. Self awaking is found at random. So try new things out but stick to ways That work. Our pathway from our cradle To the grave - certain rules it obeys. Rather you believe in Buddha, Christ Life is no poker or cholocate box. Each and every one rolls his dice - Someone even dies of chicken pox. So don't ever stop your search for self. Yes it's a never ending process. Don't stock your problems on a high shelf For dust units on it to obsess. Do explore! For one who seeks shall find. Next week or maybe in ten years time. Mere misunderstandings never mind And continue with your silly rhymes.