Jeevanmuktha Poem by Sathya Narayana

Once he feared every omen; tick'ng Big Ben
thundered cannons and mind's filled with demons.
Lived he phobias unfounded and unknown.
Inane adversities even; sent cold sweat down
wetting head to feet; shattering thoughts sane.

But a day came soon like bright Sun shine
when dawned in him nascent omniscience...
that he's laden himself with false burden
nescient of the ONE bearing the whole creation.

Was it due to his strong devotion
or result of his rinsed out sins?
Knew not but; he became a new man
like a full Moon out of cloud curtain
and like rosy petals out of coarse sepals.

He now submits every poser and pain
at His Lotus Feet with staunch faith.
No fear; no favor; he does his chores
smiling at every trial and comfort alike.

He is an ascetic in bon vivant mould,
a jeevanmukta; a jettisoned life boat,
an indulgent body with unattached soul
and an elemental flesh housing Holy Ghost!