Opaque surface,
Sheaths of protective survival layers,
Then one day,
A vision;
Of self and nature entwined,
Translucent surface,
A sheet faded,
A paradigm, defying clear thinking, stands in front
Chaste and clear,
But comfort adheres,
Changes are slow,
The pace is yours,
You see your world; Open: And then, you let it go,
You chose to rise, then wish for it all to be slow,
For days, I sleep;
This was more than I seeked
Never mind, my awareness of the switch,
I choose manic chores
For I can keep the scores,
I can play this forever,
Who won, who lost,
How far is the shore,
A moving goal post,
You can keep doing more;
I flick the switch,
THIS TIME,
No sound,
No sight,
Did I lose the treasured find,
The torrents of knowing,
The squander of blessings,
Only because it didn’t scream,
Last one! Hurry!
Going, going, gone!!!!
Its abundance makes it : not precious to us
We who enjoy joy only, when misery sits around;
One day again,
Your yearn to learn fastens you to inner city of churns,
As it slowly grinds and churns,
Pain, pleasure, denial, acceptance;
Joy, fears, desires, unfathomable notions
Come up
Up comes the master of awareness
To look up the bundle that is “you” in light
You look too grim in front of this bright,
This effortless, selfless bright
And this little world of self and all it’s pride,
You try and let go some churns of old times
The sheath opens up pores,
The opened pores moves the breath to channel of clear space
Where a spades a spade
A shift of perspective:
From,
“A world for me”
to
“This world of mine”
A vision again;
Someday, this clearing ,
Will make the outsides of holding ‘rights’ ‘wrongs’ go away,
The inside storage will fade-away
The breath will carry with it then,
Most beautiful friend,
Transparency
Clear enough to radiate back the light of the master
Until then,
I polish this mirror of consciousness,
Waiting to be all that the light wants me to be…
🙏🏽Rupika Moitra🙏🏽
Flutter and Glide 