Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

7th Season - Wisdom Of Surrender


When one is finally spent.
Trying to crack a nut that would not lent.
To reveal ones own true self.
One surrenders.

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,
The creator,
He invites you, to him, to be him,
This meet beyond minds is the wisdom of surrender.
To surrender to your own magnificence.

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, March 29, 2013

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  • Roseann Shawiak (3/23/2014 11:27:00 PM)

    'To surrender to your own magnificence' - what a great line! 'This meet beyond minds is the wisdom of surrender'.
    'An invitation from the creator'. What wonderful thoughts you have placed in my mind, Hardik. You give me new
    ideas to think about and expand intellect. Thank you so very much. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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