Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

No Universe!


No Universe!

Where Is the Universe?
Where Maya withdraws Her touch,
Where is the universe?

Habits reacting with matter,
The will for procreation,
With bubbling desires erect,
The individual's death -covered Fate.

Mind, the mischievous monkey, rides,
Upon the wild steed of hope,
It binds and binds the self,
With name, fame and ambition's rope.

When by suffering the mind rejects,
The cause-made struggles of life,
Maya by Her grace wipes,
The apparently real strife.

Feel we can, by meditation,
The joy of Brahman's awakening in us,
As there Maya withdraws Her touch.

Submitted: Monday, July 15, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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