O Pain, Grief, and Suffering

Now that you’re with me, be my guest— Like me a life-long traveller, Enjoy night-long welcome and rest, Tomorrow, let’s leave together. You may go to your way, I mine To be a bird rare that may call And never heard by hearts that pine, Oh to fall lifeless by next fall. Unleash your worst of sting, feel free, I’d bear all, night-long you unfold, No pain conquers me so easy, Traveller I’m of a tough mould. So, O pain, grief, and suffering, Be my guest and a night long king, Ready to leave by the morning, You scarce for long to me can cling. Let by dawn all aches feel amiss, By nature joy am I and bliss. _________________________________________ Musings | 01.08.15 | Poet’s Note: Every soul by nature is sat-chit-ananda—joy and bliss, and pain has no permanent place. Soul is a constant traveller.