Wanting makes me suffer,
for what I want is transient …impermanent.
The roots of wanting is always for happiness,
yet I find it like a cycle, so vicious.
Wanting pleasure, fulfilling desire,
Shunning pain, afraid of fear.
They say the Self is complete,
for it is the reflection of the Almighty,
but desire and fear,
makes me lost it,
I feel so incomplete.
O Self…so near,
I can’t see.
O Self…the ultimate happiness,
I’m blinded by nearness,
If only I could just Be,
but to Be…
is not easy.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
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Hey... welcome to the blog world..:-) Alast... you manage to find time putting your beautiful poetries in the blog. Congratulation :-) Hope there will be more wonderful poetries coming from you in this blog ;-) Well done :-)
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