Detached soul

Oh silent mind, you need not mind
The words and taunts, of the wordly crew
They just keep sailing, reaching nowhere
They only chide, to gather some pride

Oh gracious presence, you need not bend
For the gifts or stresses, they chose for you
They only did so, for they are jealous
Of your composure, that they never gained

Oh desireless heart, ever stay unattached
Those tugging for things, never stopped yearning
They tell you otherwise, but aren't the wise
And crave the most, the bliss you host

Amme Bless Me

Amme you continue to test me
In various forms you express yourself
In every form I have not received you well

I have cried and complained
I have hurt and restrained
I have not deserved the love you poured
I stay obliged with downcast eyes

Amme please continue to bless me
Do not forsake those downtrodden
May I serve your every form
Please do bathe me, with devotion's nectar

Misconception

You are firstly not, this body and mind
Whatever its nature, is surely not thine
In this deep misconception, is this universe alive
Your freedom from the fathomless, is only to realise

World so balanced

In this world called greedy, ask any parent to trade their child, and you won't get one

In this world called selfish, ask a parent to keep the best for themselves first before giving to child, and you won't find one

In the world called lustful, see if a couple choose it over rearing children, and you'll be surprised

A lot is made about this world, a lot true, a lot false

The only truth lies in the knowing, that Mother Nature runs the world
Woven together with her fine thread of balance

Do your best but claim your rest

See the tiredness your feel within
But also feel it dissolving away
Your very presence is not just today
Meditate, Balance, do rest for the day

I had an inkling that you were there
When I laid down I felt your touch
The God within made up of Bliss
Embracing me in sleep of love

Heavy Rain

The birds and their young shivering in their nests
The leaves shuddering in the gusts of breeze
The cats and dogs, cowering under rocks

While nature plays its games of adventure
You and I sit and miss all the fun
Sipping our coffee, the body decaying
No spirit left in mind, to brave those rains

Leaves us with no mirth, to live this gift of a life

My Son, My Lord

My son he's the best
Can get me going
Carries my life safely within

My Son he's my lord
Watching him I learn
How childhood was
And parenthood is

My Son My Gift
Born into my arms
A bundle of joy