Please stop the earthI want to step off it nowAnd float away, far awayInto the wide blue spaceAnd hide among the starsSo God cannot find meTo mete out my karmaAs I see how He makesFar too many of us sufferFor some mistakesThat we could not avoidGiven our finite minds.
We all knowOnly too wellHow things can go wrongA fetus being stillbornA 25-year-oldDying of a rare cancerA 60-year-oldDiagnosed with Alzheimer'sAn 80-year-oldWith hip fractureA 20-year-oldBecoming heartbrokenA 40-year-old dadDying in a car accidentA summa-cum-laudeNot admitted at HarvardI think you get the pictureWe knowHow things can go wrongYet we cling to hopeBurying our head in sandLike an ostrich.
Try as hard as you may Figure out you cannot Why things happen The way they do Who'll carry the cross Who the laurel wreath Sorry, Wayne Dyer, You cannot pull Your own strings Pulled as they are By God himself Submit to this mystery And do not complain Everything that happens Is what is … Continue reading Who Pulls Our Strings?
Ah, the mistakes I’ve committedTo ask for forgivenessWould itself seemLike another mistakePerhaps it suffices to knowThey were mistakes.
Love ain't enough No, it ain't enough Neither is reason Nor words of any kind Nor memories fresh Nothing calms the soul Other than a wistful withdrawal Into one's own Being To find therein An erasure of every longing Intertwined inextricably With a non-lonely aloneness.
The world promises happinessBut leaves you searching;The world promises TruthWhich is in itself a big lie;The world promises loveAnd leaves your heart bleeding;Is the world all there is?I hope not.
I gently lower my eyelidsShutting off whatever scenes that there beI dial down my thinkingShutting off whatever curiosities that there beThe time has comeTo trace back my stepsTo that state of ignoranceAnd pay attentionSo that I am no more bewitchedInto falsehood.
Love another all you may You have only a limited remit To relieve their pain and suffering And in the process You take on some suffering yourself. Even God, who is surely all-loving And all-compassionate, Is him(her)self seems not to be in a position To relieve the sufferings in the world; Perhaps his hands are … Continue reading My Old Mother
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Is it the Truth that I seek Or is it love How can one tell? Being in love with the truth Why would I be missing love And yet, Much as I love Socrates Lord Byron, too, gets me going And I wonder If Truth and Love Are sitting apart In the heavens above Unmindful … Continue reading What Is Truth, What Is Love?