The Message

Under a pierced ink sky he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
lives run their course,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

Upon a Lotus he arrived,
immaculate messenger of man,
his words inspired those who could listen,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

From Mecca the prophet spread the word
yet another messenger of man,
peace and harmony he taught,
still the message remains,
unchanged and timeless.

So many messengers, one solitary message,
and still we fail to hear.

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Barren Stones

advaita

Upon this path of barren stones I have chosen,
crowded by many, apart and part, yet solitary.

The search… ah, the search, that which is unspoken,
a thought, imagined, oft believed, less than momentary.

Reality arisen, already dead in thoughts delay,
grasping the ungraspable, as dreams in the dawn.

Quietly breathe, shh… nothing more to hear or say,
nothing to think, nothing to do, let the veil be finally drawn.