Step Back, Empty Yourself

step back
step back further
yet please step back a little further more
for each step back is never enough
never enough to step back
never enough to further step back
never enough to reach the end line, or the beginning line
where the line is imaginary

for only when you finally arrived
emptied totally
forsaken the self
ending and leaving behind all baggages
your step back is finally done

indeed difficult is to empty
to drop every incessant interference
to let loose what is held
to fall as to surrender
to end all grips
of tenacious rightness
of egoic imagination
of self-centredness
“I”

what a bliss
what a joy
of no-I-ness
Love itself

(A tribute to Yasmin Ahmad whose presence and work is not just a perfect expression of Love, but Love itself)

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Temporary Home – Carrie Underwood

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein’ alone
Another new mom and dad,another school
Another house that’ll never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

“This is my temporary home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home.”

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help got nowhere to go
She’s lookin’ for a job, lookin’ for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we’ll find a place here in this world

“This is our temporary home
It’s not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we’re passin’ through
This is just a stop, on the way to where we’re going
I’m not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home.

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers don’t cry for me
I’ll see you all someday
He looks up and says “I can see God’s face”

“This is my temporary Home
It’s not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I’m passin’ through
This was just a stop,on the way To where I’m going
I’m not afraid because I know this was
My temporary home.”

This is our temporary home

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