Bygone Dream and Awareness
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Through wild forest the wilderness,
My mind sails to find place to rest,
Only to notch pain that is wound,
It is deeply mature and cold.
The forest of life is calm and quiet,
Only glittering the dream fade,
Once swayed my heart with warmth dense,
Now with sleepiness mind is dead.
Awareness doth nothing to raise,
The dropping mind is beyond hope.
Moment to moment it is void,
Yet thick thought makes it clear to world.
The world is too heavy to shed,
Illusion is too deep to break,
Only pain of failure asserts,
Within mind a big stone is placed.
Death is clouded with ignorance,
Ah! Beautiful is death for peace,
The waves that kill must find a cave,
For the shore that holds the sky and Glaze.
Life is beautiful and subtle,
The mind that is dreamy delight,
The mortal flows of thought that surge,
Unable to find the music divine.
Can the tune be found that flowed through,
The entire being startled with joy?
Can the bird find it's tune that goes,
Life is a chance and it happens.
Life is true, arcane and deathless.
Only death hidden as deathless,
Within life death is a sleeping,
The seed that sprouts as tree of life.
Life becomes a pennury and vain,
Awareness is alive only mind dozes,
With dozing is swept the seed true,
Pennury becomes real and virtue.
I am to listen now the Now,
Within my mind sitting beyond,
The forgotten dream that left me,
Breaking the chain that binds my Sprite.
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@ Prabir Gayen - 04/02/2019 - 2: 53 PM.
Awareness, illusion, death and deathlessness, tree of life, the truth of life, joy, vanity, virtue, breaking the chain... lovely philosophy based on your spiritual cravings that you always try to express through your poems. thank u dear poet. tony
Wilderness to divinity which consoles the mind.Beautifully presented.
I am to listen now the Now, Within my mind sitting beyond, The forgotten dream that left me, Breaking the chain that binds my Sprite
Death is clouded with ignorance, Ah! Beautiful is death for peace, The waves that kill must find a cave, For the shore that holds the sky and Glaze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Illution ILLUSION is too deep to break, IT is much longer than my ability to reach soooooooo deep