Believe me it takes courage to plummet
And sink to deep hides of the secret heart.
It takes but a firm decision to try,
So plunge, and immerse yourself into your 'I'
Much challenge emerges right at the start.
Fathomless depths yield, unleashed, a meeting
With raw, emotional, unfettered Self,
Hidden with infinite spiritual wealth
Of knowledge, unknown before, and fleeting
Glimpses uncover a truth to the soul,
That only by thirsting for 'how' or 'why'
Will you emerge without any more 'my'.
You now will unfold to the greater whole
Of seeing the Self in a boundless sea,
Surrounded, and studded with glistening
Jewelled hearts other than yours, and listening
Together to sonorous harmony,
As dynamic warmth, fermenting around
Eternal love, washes pretensions away,
Enlightened delight will emblazen your day.
A lovely write Fay, full and descriptive, well expressed, 10 Lynda xx
Great piece Fay, the last two lines of the second stanza are just perfect.10/10 regards Tom
What a beautiful write Fay, so nicely done... Andrew 10
An eloquent write. I am glad I did not miss this one. Your last lines are truly enlightened. Lovely, Fay. Always your friend, Sandra
Fay ......unto thine own self be true....... It takes a life of living to see what really matters....this poem presents that view knowing yourself, knowing what is important in life, knowing that giving is better than getting, knowing oneself honestly......it's a kind of zen moment. Difficult subject, no place for a novice. Thank you Martin
Fay, this is brilliant, I love the way you drowned the ego and then summed up with... 'That only by thinking for how or why, will you emerge without any my.' This is going in my favourites. Thank you Fay I don't like it, I love it! ! Bob
Fay, A wonderful piece. You were quite right that I would like it!
There is an underlying philosophy of Krishna consciosuness in this piece - the search for how and why overcoming the 'I'. It's not too petentious to believe that Freud and Jung might admire the sentiments expressed here, not only in the well-chosen words but in the silent spaces between them. A moving tribute to the only emotion that really matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fay I am lost in this beautiful pice of work your heart must be the size of a bucket more please dear keep an old man happy 10 Chris