In Search of the Still Pond
Wind keeps on
reminding the waves
something cryptic,
even the leaves
perking up their ears,
fail to grasp it!
Though wind
repeated it,
again and again,
leaves vacuously
rustled, remained silent.
The waves in a
spectacular pattern,
respond to wind,
desperately trying
to grab the truth.
Sitting on the shore,
between blue sea
and mountain peaks,
observing the grand play enchanting,
he feels excluded,
from this conversation,
that remains obscure;
unconsummated
between the wind and the waves.
"The meaning is right here,
but one hardly
gets it, unless
desire to attain it is overpowering"
in tears, she said
exasperated, not able to go beyond the shore.
"we are like waves and leaves,
give it a miss, get confused,
vision of ultimate truth is the crux,
unless the eyes are opened,
filled with light, one fails, has to repeat"
he replied, like one tasted failure many times.
"you've blindfolded
your eyes, willingly
and complain;
be patient
work on your
inner world,
let the light drive away the night"
the master smiled as he said.
"Roaring wind and waves
fire, earth and space,
the secrets they hold
are within the inner world"
At the end of narrow path
is the placid pond
where water is still:
truth absolute is reflected.
"Life after life,
one walks round and round
seeking that blue stillness,
where one would
see one's true self reflected,
when the moment arrives."
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