Has Life Got A Purpose Poem by Cyclopseven R

Has life got a purpose?
or is it an occurrence by chance?

in the twilight of thoughts
spiraling questions render me helpless.

has life got a purpose?
or is it just a beautifully woven fable?

in the darkness of night
swiveling moods made me sleepless.

has life got a purpose?
or is it just an un-diagnosed growth?

often the fable become fragmented reality
fragmented reality becomes manipulative desires
manipulative desires made me succumb a thousand times
as i succumb i kiss the lowest requirements
the lowest requirements made me a slave;
as a slave am not free
am not free because my sense are chained
chained to subjective taste of limited experience
the limited experience once cast a shadow
in that shadow i saw how light was blocked
blocked light failed to brighten me up
and the failure to brighten me up made me reel in pain
as i reel in pain, i yearn for relieve
in the yearning for relieve
i realise life is not a prisoned journey
when i realise life is not a prisoned journey
i crave for liberation;
with that craving i struggled hard
and in the struggle i shed a million tears
after a million tears my senses are not freed
by the clutching sensorial experiences
not freed by the clutching sensorial experiences, i wondered why? ?
as i wonder why,
i came to sense that
the clutching sensorial experiences are actually the MIND
and with SELF ENQUIRY
the MIND gradually cease to clutch the senses
as the senses becoming free
i slip away from the binding desires
lower mind ceases
and amidst the creases, higher MIND appears
from that height, now i see how broad is LIFE
with LOVE, BLISS, TOLERANCE and PEACE;

YES! LIFE HAS A PURPOSE
to escape the fleeting desires of lower triple worlds
to adore the One lighting the four upper worlds
and merge eternally into HIM
the ONE throughout eternity.

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