My Upanishadic Birdie Pie 4
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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
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I know now,
That I have to open the windows of my heart,
Let the scented mountain breeze blow in,
Fill it with contentment,
Courage and compassion,
And loads and loads of love!
Before that, I needed to evacuate the foul air
That inhabited the chambers of my heart,
Drive out the infected and toxic gas,
So that the perfume of pure love wafted in!
As my little birdie friend,
Flitted about from branch to branch,
From tree to tree,
From country to country,
Without any restrictions,
I needed to move about freely too,
Within the compartments of my heart and
To chase off the unwanted barriers,
To transform,
To grow!
I need to think right by remaining calm
And peaceful,
And then, open out and pour out
The elixir of love!
But this can happen only if the doors
Of my tiny heart are always open,
To let in the fragrant breeze of love,
Without any hindrances,
Without any blockages!
Just like my black and white birdie-pie!
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