Little girl was asked to buy a matchbox
Bidding bye to mother she left for a shop
While going in wild jungle she lost her way
Inevitably forest became her place of stay
Though she is amused by the beauty of jungle
She knows her mother’s lap is the sweetest thing
Though she is scared to pass nights being single
Hope to meet her mother keeps her well-being
She searches the way back by tracing foot-prints
At times she would sit simply chasing her thoughts
Recollecting what for she came into deep woods
And reminding herself to escape the jungle falsehoods!
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Little soul was given a seed of karma to enter universe
Bidding bye to Consciousness it left for games diverse
Being caught into the mess of time and space
Lost its way by getting entangled in the ‘I’ maze!
Though I am amused by the beauty of cosmic miracles
I know my comfort lies in centre not in eternal circles
Though I am afraid to walk alone my way back
Hope to meet Consciousness pushes away my aches!
Sometimes I find foot-prints of realized to burn my zeal
I simply sit to look deep to escape the time-space wheel
Recollecting what for I came to this spinning earth
And reminding myself to go beyond the cycle of birth!
Is that meditation?
Raman Savithiri
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/696-is-that-meditation-121009/
