Being Sensitive

Being sensitive - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh! Life, what thou art I know not Mysterious, limitless and vast Oft miss seeing the whole While being caught in the trivial Oft wish to see the vastness of sky Seems implausible and a far cry While shutting myself within a room Can I see the light of freedom? Lost in limitations and shallow thinking Childish and not child-like I am portraying To be innocent is to be open So that can I observe life's essence I see not the flower when I look at a flower With likes and dislikes I perceive not it fair As I get older and older Dogmas, fears, and conflicts this mind encounters Influencing the seeing by the world external Thus leaving on the mind a stuff integral To see the whole, I need to have child-like perspective And not a childish perspective Let me enter into the state of child-like perception And experience the delight of the now-conception Let me drain the cup of sentimentality And fill it with sensitivity To be sensitive is experiencing 'what is' And sentimental is reacting from one's past to 'what is' By this can I relate better with bitterness And lead life with happiness