Not long ago,
I lived in a prison house of bitterness and a bitter speech.
The world baffled me forever.
The yearning in my soul kept me restless,
However.
With my feeble hands,
I reached for the stars.
But one by one,
They too slipped from my grasp.
What is this existence?
Who am I?
Why am I?
A silent spectator of the suffering and misery unfolding.
What is this world?
A great prison with its walls so high and unknown.
And this sorrow for so long that I have owned.
Perhaps the world's only gift to me.
Or is it my gift to the world?
Or is it both?
Or is it neither?
What is truth and what is false?
So in search of light,
I wandered in darkness.
This dungeon of dogma,
Beliefs,
Rituals and ceremonies.
The traditions,
The legends,
The superstition.
The saints and saviours.
Nature,
A dwelling place for the ghosts and ogres.
While the gods and demons battled the racial conflicts.
The nationalism,
The violence,
Anger,
Prejudices,
Inequality and injustice.
Imitation,
Comparisons,
Jealousies,
Competition.
Fake love leading to disappointments and resentments.
And I found all of it within me.
And when I looked around,
I notice each life is struggling to break free.
Then with what right do I ask for happiness and beg for wisdom?
And with what authority do I demand love to reveal itself?
For love.
Love knows no compulsion.
And what is love?
What is love not?
And love will fulfil what?
So I kneeled in front of the mountain who stopped gleamed with light.
And I had neither strength to climb.
So I cried in the dark tunnel.
At the end of which I saw the light.
Nor I was brave enough to reach.
Nor wise enough to understand.
Oh,
Dear friend.
Light is in the heart of darkness.
The light we see at the top of the mountain or at the end of the tunnel.
Is our own light arising from within?
Wisdom and love draped in ragged cloak.
From the beginning walked with us hand in hand.
So this is what I learned.
The truth is not lost.
But understand,
Dear friend.
Let's hear for the eyes that can see.
The ears that can hear and the heart that can feel.
Not the one covered with the dust of memory.
The inner and outer remains inseparable.
The mind that understands this.
On the wings of one's own aspirations.
Into the darkness.
That could only illuminate by the presence of one's own light.
It is an unspeakable truth.
A gift of the sacred spiritual darkness.
No god or deity is coming down from the skies.
To hand us the happiness and wisdom we desire.
It's the gift we all have been given already.
What we seek outside all our lives.
In our own souls it resides.
Love.
Love knows no divisions.
Love knows no past and future.
Oh beloved friend.
I wonder have you felt the same urge.
To know the real.
To live.
Love deeply.
It's an unspeakable truth.
A gift of the sacred spiritual darkness.
It is our own light.
It is our own light we bring to the temple of life.
It is our own love we bring to the temple of life.
It is our own peace we bring to the temple of life.
