The thought…

One lonely evening
Watching the sun setting
With golden hues spreading wide
I was sitting in contemplative silent
In the depth of my mind.

A thought arose from eternity
Leaving a mark so indelible
Like a print on a plain canvas.

As I observed the thought
A sudden awakening began to dawn
And I felt an awareness of oneness
With everything within and without
A pleasant joy cannot be repeated at will.

The thought spoke of age old truth
Of man’s existence and departure
In simple language I was made to grasp
The frailty of this chasing the shadows
Of everything evanescence
And in agitation we die a stranger to ourselves.

This flesh will soon succumb to feed
The earth and the worms that lies therein
Wake up wake up from thy dream sleep
Before it is too late for you the spirit to wake.

Know you my dear mind
This flesh and bone are just temporal frames
To sustain the man and desires
So, rightful harvest may be yours.

At the end of every dead desire
A flower blossoms in bliss
And the gardener of which you are
Shall enjoy the food of your toil
In eternity a home shall be there
for your stay.

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