How breezy it is
Being in the world
And yet out of the world.
How feathery it is
To fly floating in
Air of emptiness.
With no press of woes
Forgetting for a moment
The worry of future.
I behold the Mind’s Mirror
Reflecting in hills
Lawns, rivers,
Sky and oceans.
Raising me high
To merry at the rhythm
Of breeze with
Dances of Green.
The melodious runs
Nourishing the fields of
Happiness;
The Infinite with wonders,
The depthy calmness
Though with roars above.
How I like to be
With mind submarine.
To find yet another world
With no expectations,
With no cry of heart.
O Thou’rt the world-
The world within.
I fly, fly and fly
With no press of woes.
O! Mind thou are
Feathers that help
Fly floating –
In air of eternal bliss,
Why worry on your chores?
Do it and be out of it.
With your feathers,
O Mind, thou’rt the
World within world.
2006-08-27
04:39:02
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