as there are seekers willing to meditate.
See! Cranes for Ramakrishna, & fear of
death for Raman, led them to meditate!
To meditate, you got to rotate your gaze
by 180 degrees, and revoke your visage
from the likes of sweat, sound, sickness
To waltz in the pastures of aurorean haze!
A cooing koel, or a frolicsome flycatcher!
Rustling wind, or a bulbul so very dapper!
Floating clouds, and roaring waterfronts!
Eh, go in, meditate, seek abiding rapture!
As you turn in, a vista opens, of silence
and luminosity, the nectarean essence
of life that sustains the whole cosmos.
All it needs is, your meditative presence!
World is deprived of one thing, innocence!
That is a big loss. After losing innocence,
man grew hoshiyaar, rich. Poetry left him.
& meditation became, high-end pretense!
Om Shantih
Ajit Sambodhi.
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