Of all the things i came across,
The most precious ones, i always lost.
While those i didn't much care about,
Stayed with me in countless crowd.
Those gaps i see void and stark,
Staring at me from the dead from the dark.
An array of likings i chased in my time,
All those missing treasures sublime.
Is this only me whom life robbed off pleasure,
Or all else are dealt in the same dispiriting measure?
Or there is peace, equanimity and eternal joy around,
That, which to sages in meditation found.
I asked myself, thy grace in me,
Are deeds mightier than my destiny?
Or is it that, what is to be, is shielded from what I do, think or see.
Spellbound with these entwining thoughts,
I seek refugee under the divine lord.
A mortal mind is too trivial to comprehend,
Those gifts of love from thy kingdom sent.
My eyes are too short-sighted to see,
What he, plans and wants me to be.
All those things one greatly wants,
Must he set them free from emotional bonds?
Transcending the realms of joy and grief.
It is the present, where seeds of wisdom reap.
Joy is not in chasing the future;
It is in living the present, presented to nurture.
Life can’t be rushed upon or lived on a controlled pace,
But to do what I must do, honoring thy grace.
And to venerate all the things in life found,
Peace is in the simplest things around.
