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The
enlightened state that, Life is a celebration
And bliss, its crowning glory.
Enigmatic and Ecstatic, it’s said to be beyond all ornate
description.
Immersed in our worldly state
Mirth and laughter appear to be at its boisterous best
But we do know that there is something amiss
As we reel into somber states, at the slightest touch of
misery
We seem to ache for a moment of bliss.
While the
fog clouding our insight seems to get a bit denser, a stark
reminder ignorant selves.
Everything around us is only temporary, we reassure ourselves,
as the pursuit for Bliss, seems a far cry.
Are we
chasing shadows at mid-day?
and trying to make simple matters complex?
for our search for bliss only is becoming harder
Meanwhile, the wise old men are laughing again,
they know every move of our naïve pursuit.
For they know that we are limited by our intellect
And our search is a mockery of the simplest truth
Submit completely to the supreme soul
they command again.
Their message is simple and profound
Your intellect is raising its ugly head again.
Sink into your heart and remain there.
They know
that bliss will unfold to only a few, who deserve
Blossoming with the mystical power of love
And like all great phenomenon that just happen, without a
premonition,
Bliss could just happen to some of us.
Bliss they say, is a gift we receive on our path of
meditation,
somewhere down the highway of our inner journey
Pristine in its form, and spellbinding in its mystical powers,
bliss shows us-glimpses of the divine
The wise
men still seem to mock at us.
They say we got to walk before we run.
Look inwards, and don't simply seek and chase
just any one clad in saffron,
for the greatest teacher is within.
And before
they part, they remind us again, again that God lies in the
details, and we better know the difference between mere joy,
and bliss. |
