What Are We?
The vibrant entity called life, cared and adored,
the heart safeguards to display with pride.
The life turns into an object, used and ravaged,
the transformed being saves the soul sinned.
If time doesn’t lift the spirit of dignity
out of the abyss of ruins,
the sense of self-preservation can’t cure
the wounds of the bruised psyche,
the courage to confront the world
makes the object the shadow of human substance,
the ravaged life rises reborn from the dust.
Life then is the epithet of unique existence,
the construct of cosmic elements,
suffused with the heavenly essence
in the coalesced trinity of body, mind and soul.
Trying to get released from the clasp
of the karmic destiny,
leading to the loss of the sense of self,
the perception of the pervading conscience
surpasses the space-time territory
for the inward emancipation journey.
Beneath the convoluted layers
of the clouded mind, at its inner depth,
the soul perceives the dawn of awareness,
creating the linkage with the absolute truth,
comprehends the meaning of existence.
With the acquired intelligence of evolution,
the liberated life transcends the mortal limits,
reaches the realm of eternity to realign
with divine consciousness,
that makes us what we are.
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