My Unenlightened Self
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My Unenlightened Self
The tangible world is breakneck,
Difficult to live with knowledge,
To share light with darkness
is dream,
Dream is an upside down wisdom,
The tangible is inclined joy.
The tangible world is poison,
With sugar and honey for it's taste,
Tasting it is abnegation,
Loving it is to be nowhere,
It is not easy to live with one eye,
With other beyond the vision.
Mind with boiling point is sadness,
Melancholy for those who suffer,
Crucifixion for those living
in darkness,
A man with divine light is dark too,
Comfortable with deep dark night,
An island dead and yet to born,
A man of wisdom is a desolate Lea,
To make the water of life salty,
He goes beyond potency to share,
His salt to make the world lively,
He share his joy to make more joyous.
With transcendent smile he dives,
goes beyond and beyond to love
Pilfering his mental peace for others,
A man with vatic voice is not awakened,
With half of his soul full with
celestial season,
Half with deep darkness he knows
the trouble,
With compassion he stands and supports,
Moral or immoral knows no line,
With half being evaporated he loves,
With other half in utter darkness.
A wise man is a wise sufferer,
With smile drink venom,
And from venom brings juice of life,
With departed being he lingers a bit,
On the shore beyond he hugs life,
Between the line he is beyond grssp,
With evaporated mind sometimes
With the cries of life he falls
like asleep,
Drink the juice of life and death,
With Ceres and with her Proserpina,
he sleeps with comfy trance,
With fanciful dream of Concourse.
An enlightened mind is often deeply dark,
With vastnss of being he is often unable
to contain the flow of life,
With many flows of myriad streams
he is off balance,
With tattered limbs and yellow leaves
he is a green field,
A big tree without roots,
Uprooted from the bottom of life,
He hovers sometimes from sky to
skyless eremite,
From passionless love to sensual
tunefulness and then to
compassionate Care,
He eats trees and the fruits
from tress,
And lives with empty Stomach.
With alert mind he is like
star of heaven,
With unaware dream he is often deeply
delightedpain and voluptuous,
With pain and passion he is touched
yet untouched,
Salty and sweet with manifold rhymes,
With rhapsodic change of mind
He is active with life embracing
everything as blessing,
With passivity he is passively joyous
with serious tone of voice,
Active and inactive with similar
rejoiceing,
Lover, father, mother and a deadly Swain
with lifting waves,
Saint with saint and novice with novice,
Sometimes a vast ocean and sometimes
with muddy ditch,
Drinkingthe most amorous juice
of life he stands upright like
vast sepulchre of enlightenment,
He is a grave and the canopy
of full moon Night,
A Nightingale and an Owl,
Simulacrum of Night and day with
the sweetness dusk and dawn.
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@prabir Gayen..19/03/2019..8: 35 PM.
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