A Short Poem...

[NuanceOfSuchness]

This poem was evoked from the methods of meditation brought into the activities of everyday life to just watch, observe and notice.

The Silent Party -

Business of people,
Aspiring to reach a steeple.
Their imagined version of a conclusion,
That turns out to be a delusion.

In easing their journey,
Concrete is laid.
Tis grey as their anguish...
Weighty as their desires

Blinded by material gains,
Swept by pavlovian aims.
The signal for transaction,
A spiritual detraction.

Many shall realise,
The eternal depth of joy.
But most will continue,
In trance, towards a false decoy.

[turiya]

Very nice

[jukai]

Nice !

[harleybodyclinic]

Its really nice. Thanks for sharing the poem. Lovely