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Chinmoy Bose Poem
Is there any single knowledge that can clear up all ambiguity
Like an unified theory
Body is a chariot
Owner soul rides on it
Because soul cannot be body.
With intelligence as pilot
Senses are horses
Reins are my mind
And the path is subject on which I roll.
For control you have to fix a subject
Intelligence hold on the reins
Over a sound body of chariot
You will soon reach the goal of truth.
Copyright © Chinmoy Bose | Year Posted 2007
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Strange life, strange place, this universe
Senses look outside.
Alas! We are destroyed and
we can not know us.
If they would look, hear or feel inside
We would recognise us.
Bizarre mystery of human body
Would be revealed to us and
We would know who, why and how.
But some are there who knows,
They are patient , they are still,
They can take their vision out
From this world and
Look with their mind's eye inside.
But they can hardly talk
So mystery remains mystery.
Unknowable can not be known,
Refuses to become subject of knowledge
Knowledge acts by it.
You can be it
But cant know it.
Copyright © Chinmoy Bose | Year Posted 2007
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Life! oh, what in a life,
Vicious questions without answers,
Continuous flow of disbelief,
fair of urban idiocy.
Only shame on yours self.
Who is more foolish and
Unbelieving than me?
In spite of all humiliation
The eyes find light;
Is there really a way?
It's just war. And losing.
Despondent, heathen people all around.
I am full of of wasted time and failure,
But what is good about it?
There is life, identity,
Insinuation of merciless drama,
Anything more? There is always
Two-lines to write.
A poem of a few lines.
Copyright © Chinmoy Bose | Year Posted 2024
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