Jeevanmuktha

Once he feared every omen; tick'ng Big Ben thundered cannons and mind's filled with demons. Lived he phobias unfounded and unknown. Inane adversities even; sent cold sweat down wetting head to feet; shattering thoughts sane. But a day came soon like bright Sun shine when dawned in him nascent omniscience... that he's laden himself with false burden nescient of the ONE bearing the whole creation. Was it due to his strong devotion or result of his rinsed out sins? Knew not but; he became a new man like a full Moon out of cloud curtain and like rosy petals out of coarse sepals. He now submits every poser and pain at His Lotus Feet with staunch faith. No fear; no favor; he does his chores smiling at every trial and comfort alike. He is an ascetic in bon vivant mould, a jeevanmukta; a jettisoned life boat, an indulgent body with unattached soul and an elemental flesh housing Holy Ghost!