Changeless Self

Years ago the earth wasbeautiful, Life wassweet as dream and I was a witness. Every passing cloud was a signature, The message of life behind the light. The danger of living was the door to unknown Source. The sun like a liquid ring of fire washed me With unheard, clandestine song of life. Poverty and the struggle of life to survive With cozy neighbours were full of vibrancy. The wind from southin warm days, the grazing of cows, the needy eyes of domestic dogs and cats with tuneful melody of chanticleers, The soft, soundless fall of dews on green grass in winter morning and the indolence of noon and painful evening, The opera on the open field with disharmonious song and the joy of ancient stories - Hindu mythology and the value of existence, The childhood was a heaven. Empty stomach, the heart full of life and cosmic care wheeled the rustic lore of my life. Pain was there at times but it was a divine grace that I lived with. Every night the soft footstep was heard and life seemed to promise and I was left alone within the cage of hope of meeting my beloved the great. Life was a promise and dream was the meeting field. Every nook and corner of nature was the message and I felt in the deepest core of my poor heart the mystery of life or may be death. Death seemed the door to attain the illusion, The illustrious way of living. One day a friend like a benevolence of intimacy knocked atthe half closed door of my heart and mindfully beckoned my weakness of living under the heaven. The rain with lighting arrester and thunderbolt, The storm and woe of nature carried the dictum Of Love, The mysterious shroud of life. The Moon among the stars, the unknown, The ocean containing the sky on its breast, The unknown, The mirror within and inside a mirror. The life has been changed, The form, the outer covering that is envisioned to be life is changed. The sun in the morning above the palm tree, With melancholy furtive glance, The Moon heavy with the juice of life among myriad blinking constellation are same but the light of innocent mind is lost. Changes follow the unchange. Yet I am the same man with same pain and passion. The same amount of light and darkness.