7th Season - Wisdom Of Surrender - Poem by Hardik Vaidya
When one is finally spent.
Trying to crack a nut that would not lent.
To reveal ones own true self.
The mind is an octopus,
With a billion arms,
Attached to labels.
I now know why was the world was coined as Maya.
It has no substance without the invocation of your own.
The positives negatives are rubbles of the mind.
What remains as truth is the conscious of your kind.
Beyond the veil of your mind is the realm of you,
He invites you, to him, to be him,
This meet beyond minds is the wisdom of surrender.
To surrender to your own magnificence.
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