Journey of the Lonely Spirit
On a nameless moment in the vast expanse of endless time,
Something moved, and from the cacophony of chaos emerged a rhyme.
Thus began an epic journey of the spirit, of the unknown,
The seed of this universe, and many others, dormant, within, unsown.
Locked in the unfathomable depths of its heart were, stories,
No one could tell..Of places, even the imagination of man cannot dream of, under a creative spell
The spirit , untouched by the heat, cold, pleasure or pain,
Unblemished by the sun and unwetted by the rain.
Devoid of any shape or form any eye can see,
In a dream called nature, lying in wait, as sublime could be.
Journeyed across many planes, across ripples that make thoughts
Taking shape slowly, like iron on an anvil, blow by blow , when hot.
Found at last a dwelling place, like a star would for itself, in the sky,
A cradle, a home an identity, the awareness of I
Hiding in the deepest core of every living being,
Very subtle, oh, invisible , yet pervading every thing.
Giving all the gift of life, the blessing to survive
Thus arrived a new pawn on the celestial game board,
A creation that called itself 'me'..
On the illusive smoke screen that life is, who thought it can see.
Not just see, but, understand, own, belong and hold,
The power to control, to create, the power of sharp edge, and the power of gold.
Like the wisdom is to the wise, in its nature of the flame to rise..
Began yet another journey, destination unknown..
Up wards, light wards, seeking what needed be sought..
Through the darkness of ignorance, storms and whirlwinds of unsurety
Towards the maker , proceeded the made, stumbling struggling, tired, way-laid.
Through the thick haze of passions,
Through the crooked maze of aspirations,
Fighting, a desperate battle to save its sanity,
Bound and helpless like all ordinary humanity.
Clamoring for peace, seeking a place to call home and rest its weary head,
A place with the warmth of a mothers love, place in which to be remembered when forgotten and dead.
On a path with no name, and no known end in sight.
Then.On a rare moment of celestial favor , to the tune of serenity and divine grace,
The realization finally dawned, like a smile on a troubled face.
The goal was reached, then again..
Silence.. The end of a million tales, the fruits of patience and perseverance.
Knowledge ,peace, bliss pure and plain..
With the journey, ended the quest,
Satisfaction of a life well spent, a soul put to rest.
Copyright © Aseem Desai | Year Posted 2012
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