I know this body is just a body
this I shall leave sooner or later
beyond the earthen room
I shall wander together with the wind, again.
I wonder what this attachment called ego
too much to bear but its all over and everywhere
where this body goes with the soul
there it speaks of this ego of superiority and dominance.
Is this a mere physique given for joy?
Is this a mere physique given to live?
In delusion we trust the mirror
that reflects this body ugly or beautiful
every effort is made to maintain this body
to remain as it is in youth, forever to remain so.
Why this painful challenge on humankind?
Aging is the hardest when it comes to acceptance
what to say when the energy saps away gradually
every cell is made to cry for eternal youth.
Whither goes humankind with the wish to remain forever young?
while the mind and the senses made to succumb with all extremes
we bask in hard refusal of the eternal truth that speaks of evolution
that process the eternity will never forsake to our selfish craving.
I know this body is just a body
this I shall leave sooner or later
beyond the earthen room
I shall wander together with the wind, again.
the bond of the senses
shall never touch me again
one with universe I will eternally become.
this I shall leave sooner or later
beyond the earthen room
I shall wander together with the wind, again.
I wonder what this attachment called ego
too much to bear but its all over and everywhere
where this body goes with the soul
there it speaks of this ego of superiority and dominance.
Is this a mere physique given for joy?
Is this a mere physique given to live?
In delusion we trust the mirror
that reflects this body ugly or beautiful
every effort is made to maintain this body
to remain as it is in youth, forever to remain so.
Why this painful challenge on humankind?
Aging is the hardest when it comes to acceptance
what to say when the energy saps away gradually
every cell is made to cry for eternal youth.
Whither goes humankind with the wish to remain forever young?
while the mind and the senses made to succumb with all extremes
we bask in hard refusal of the eternal truth that speaks of evolution
that process the eternity will never forsake to our selfish craving.
I know this body is just a body
this I shall leave sooner or later
beyond the earthen room
I shall wander together with the wind, again.
the bond of the senses
shall never touch me again
one with universe I will eternally become.
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Spot on brother. Why hang on to the temporal when the wind awaits?
ReplyDeleteM with you my fren.
ReplyDeleteOh wow... Your poem is full of philosophy and deep reflection. Aging is such a feared reality. I like how you end the poem: "one with universe I will eternally become."
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by and commenting on my story.
Have a great day!!!
Doris
Ah Cyclops - to grow old gracefully with wisdom and acceptance - a hard thing to do at times...
ReplyDeletea very philosophical poem, Cyclops...beautiful previous as well,
ReplyDeletewishes,
devika
Thought provoking poem friend! Superb.
ReplyDelete@TWM..Thank you for the push:)
ReplyDelete@Venus66..Thanks buddy.
@Doris..Thank you.
@Janice..I understand that well:)
@Devika..Thank you ma'am.
Stopping by to thank you for visiting and commenting on my stories. You are so kind!
ReplyDeleteDoris
Beautifully said!! Keeping our minds set on the eternal can be challenging, but so freeing.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting/commenting on my blog. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated. :)
Transitory. A body is but transitory. Yet how we hold on to it and how we fear its demise
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