I, the ego never gives in
aham leading to ahamkar
identity of forces holding us
together can’t take us far
Holding us, we stay pinned
yet travel we do
fly or sail to outer space
to get the limited view
Leaving the ship, we dive in
the wave hits us apart
it flashes by and we can't see
piercing eyes like a dart
Emptiness of the hallow heart
affecting the mellow tree
so much more it wants to have
only so much can never be
Drift around the neverness
quitting the craft, held by a rope
silence, with a string attached
pin drops, so does hope
Spirit let free
the body floating, with mind
senses far away from senses
skin deaf, ears blind
Sound of shunya
the art of nothing
wave after wave of silent ocean
But then;
minor chirpings, swaying in the wind
enters the cracks of deep devotion
each chirp a piece of coal
lit up red, crumble in black
sinking deep in veins of blue
boiling it up, master of hack
That deep breath, leaves rumble
big gasp, to shake the roots
bloodshot eyes unflinching
suddenly aware of the hoots
The wave was gentle
dive was pure
drift was carnatic
neverness obscure
Yet now the coal burns
lighting itself and the way
molten blood drips, seeping
eruption not far away.
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