Meditations
Aug 14, 2018
A vehicle on a journey,
we happen to find this place.
A place in the transit,
something brought us here.
And from the mountain peaks,
they begin to speak:
they are all there to meet us here,
familiar, known over time,
they know a lot already,
and before we reached,
they were already there.
And the peace,
the understanding
that despite the agony,
anguish and pain
the energy of the light
is always there.
And here we accept
that we are both-
the wedding guests
as well as the brides and the grooms,
and at the end of the day
we speak the truth
which we espied on the way to this place
that however hard we try to push the pace
we come and go at the appointed hour.
Something in us knew when to start.
We were on the way to learn
about anger and resentment,
about the shadows and the light
of doubt and faith,
of the love that is dark and the love that is warm and real.
Through the misty veils, we see the peaks of sunshine behind it all,
and they are all here, those, our friends who brought us here.
They are those who gave up all
in order that we may see the light on the way,
and we, at every steep ascent
sought a reward and nothing but rewards all the way.
There were no rewards, not the ones we wanted.
Here and now, as we halt on the mountain-peak,
it's serenity and peace.
Our lifetimes are measured in small steps.

Aug 14, 2018


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