BED CROW
Page Twelve
Uncover the Wimple
Life is meant to have an end,
Make no move your ego random.
World is children’s see-saw,
Come out of science, religion, and be free.
From time unknown this I is on and on,
Constantly lighting, forever alone.
In Him, life and death as such, nothing,
Nothing at all that’s come and gone.
Gaze no more on the past sepal,
Serried sermons that came alone.
No-one understood the mystic serif,
All are passing away without return.
Flowers close their chapters crying,
Buds open their lips smiling.
Thus series of time glow and fade,
Rejoicing – tearful eye at all times,
Inside each mask, somewhere there,
But very near, ‘You’ are hidden.
Develop your habit to look in.
The moment you uncover the wimple
Devote maximum time within.
Remember no way for the reason.
Close ego gate for the win.
Relax - ‘Be Empty’ - you are there in
Inside the thick dark din of death,
The dim candle light of life blinking,
Before unavoidable wind that blows,
Make haste to realise that Self within,
The mysterious light of all spa sparking.
- OM -