Stoic Stance

Laboured breathing and bones weary Yet vibrant heart, far from dreary Gentle eye, echoing love’s sigh Soul’s stoic stance, seems so eerie To be as such, fear forms must die That flag of love and light flies high Poised, irrespective of outcome Mantra of life being, retry Within heart continues to strum The gong of Om, God’s cosmic drum Bliss magnetism pulsates inside Music of spheres does softly hum In the vast void, to wingless glide Breath by breath, enjoying the ride Free from cravings of lower mind Face smile dressed, always dignified Childlike innocence, brave and kind Playing life’s role, as is assigned Heart prayerful, thoughts beautiful Is with all existence entwined