Treasure Island

kedar thapa


Key to liberation


Innocence is the key
Effortlessness is the key
It was a cloudy morning
The clouds were dark & heavy
And it rained
Witness the blue skies the red sun
Witness is the key
As soon as you bring thoughts in
Amidst the meetings of pure beings
Then the true vision is lost
The sight is there still
Obscured by the clouds of thought
When the beauty becomes used to
Accustomed to miracles & wonders
Then the innocence is lost
And in its absence the struggle begins
Then the need to effort
The habit to desire, rush, strive & tired
The path to suffering is trod
Then the effortlessness is lost
When the flow stops
The key to living is lost

Submitted: Monday, June 09, 2014

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