Monday, August 5, 2013
Knowledge
Knowledge
What is knowledge? Asked my son
I said, True knowledge is a journey without an end.
As you seek it grows and grows
You can’t see it’s head or toes.
True knowledge breaks every shackle’s,
Of ignorance, jealousy and petty squabbles.
It teaches you to be humble and kind.
It is the third eye even for the blind.
As you spread it, it does not diminish,
But fools keep it thinking it will finish
It goes beyond the books you learn
And spreads in you like an un-spilled urn.
Son, do not keep it to yourself
But let it spread it’s wings.
Let it make you a guiding light,
For the world and it’s beings.
Knowledge has the power to heal,
It’s your wealth which no one can steal.
True knowledge my dear son
Is a journey without an end.
A Desire
A Desire
What would you like to be in your next birth my dear?
for you have another one & this time, I give you the chance to choose.
Why do you want me to go back my lord?
Never do I want to see this world again.
What did I do to deserve this now?
Won’t you let me be with you?
The lord smiled like thousand suns, and with a soothing voice
said, “No my child for every man has to play his part,
So, do it now for you have a unique chance to choose one”.
I thought for a minute and then said, “Father if I have to be born again…
Then let me born as a Stone.
Yes, let me lie down here on this wayside,
Watching passer’s by with no possessions, no bindings, nor joy or sorrow,
Only a stone you can just
Pass by……”
What would you like to be in your next birth my dear?
for you have another one & this time, I give you the chance to choose.
Why do you want me to go back my lord?
Never do I want to see this world again.
What did I do to deserve this now?
Won’t you let me be with you?
The lord smiled like thousand suns, and with a soothing voice
said, “No my child for every man has to play his part,
So, do it now for you have a unique chance to choose one”.
I thought for a minute and then said, “Father if I have to be born again…
Then let me born as a Stone.
Yes, let me lie down here on this wayside,
Watching passer’s by with no possessions, no bindings, nor joy or sorrow,
Only a stone you can just
Pass by……”
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