At times we are like a tiny grain that falls to the ground and begins a process of dying before it can bear friut. Everything of the grain comes to a gradual end: it’s identity, security, peace, sense of completeness, and so on. It loses its companions, friends, relatives and slowly, under the force of…
Starting afresh in life is a tough task. Many prefer to be deaf to the whisper in the inner self that pleads for a change in the manner we conduct ourselves. Some do this as they are happy not getting into the struggle that is part of the beginning days of one’s interior transformation. This poem depicts the struggle of one’s inner self in accepting the need for self transformation in the form of a conversation between his soul and the Lord.
Everyone of us is looking for meaning in life. We attach meaning to those that seem to provide fulfillment in life. However, we often come to the realization that what we considered capable of fulfilling our life and expectations are, in reality, far below the longings of our inner being. Those of continue this pursuit might chance upon the realm of the Supernatural and suddenly realize that the experience of the Divine is “Beyond and Higher” than all what they had ever longed for. Such an experience puts one’s soul in complete rest. In such an experience there is no more longing but to perpetuate this experience, no more desires but to conform oneself to the demands of this transforming experience.
Here I am on the ground, wounded and weary Stained again with what I always abhorred. “No never again,” I had resolved, Yet ever again, do i falter. But I am consoled to say, “Man is weak.” After all ‘to err is human,’ it is said. To stand apart is a burden too heavy,…
What’s up my friend? You seem a little low. What’s wrong? Tired of that smile which hides your pain. You still wanna say that you’re fine? Is something aching within your heart? And you find that life has no meaning? What is past is past and it’s gone, let it be. It’s all yours…
As I walked in the light of the day, I felt sure of the truth of my way. But as night with its doubts puts me down, I do feel, no more, I have the crown. Though with pain, I can say, I know now, Joy and pain, life gives both, can’t say, ‘no.’ Ups…
Vox Divini 