Bearing Any Grudges Poem by Govind Ramakrishnan
Bearing Any Grudges
As
I stare
At this barren
Winter tree
That has shed
Its leaves
Outside
My window,
I actually see
A Buddha
Inanimate,
In touch with
Its true nature.
Serenely detached
And willing
To accept
The wheel
Of creation
And dissolution,
Without bearing
Any grudges.
© 2016
These words stay with me long after reading this poem for the first time and leaves a strong yet peaceful impression. the tone is so simple and flowing and yet leaves me with a positive provoking thought (for me at least is always what sets very good poetry apart from the mediocre. really love this piece and comes from an intelligent, sensitive and mature head on young shoulders. Karl Fowler, Opus London
The poem is simple and nice while being contemplative and philosophical.
Serenely detached And willing To accept The wheel Of creation... a great meditation led by the tree without leaves to Buddha...... and the silence, stillness.. thank u. tony
A deeply spiritual meditative piece. Govind, thank you so much for temporarily putting me into such a wonderful state.
This is a beautiful poem, quite soothing to read. I spend much of my time staring at trees, barren, covered, and icy. The idea of the tree being serenely detached like a Buddha when it is dormant intrigues the mind. Thanks for sharing.
Very spiritual and inspirational to meet the will of God through nature, sublime diction, touching my mind gently with the reality of God in our lives.10+++ Thank you for sharing it. RoseAnn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated, and subtly penned in poetic diction with spiritual insight. An insightful depiction of total submission to the Will of God, which is the essence of Buddhism. Thanks for sharing Govind. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.