Life is a transient mirror
Reflecting in it
The eternal presence of Being;
All the troubles are
Just shadows...
The shadows are a mirage
Tempting one to cover
Some miles of days
Or leave behind some dark nights
In the oblivious past
And all its vicious circles
Of vices and vile...
Life is a walk
A perennial walk into the shade
Of continuum beliefs,
A long experiential journey
From self to soul
Through a testing trajectory
Where one has to prove
The worth of one's soul
In the ethereal light
Of quietude and equanimity...
Living experience only unfolds
The absolute truth
And the ultimate realization:
Everything exists
But exits as nothing ever exists.
