When All is Done

The world is done
I am done with the world
The me is done
I am done with myself

Whatever bickering
Found in the world
That bickering is found in me
And I am done with it

Whatever chattering
I find in the mind
Let that chattering come to me first
Instead of being let loose to the world
So that I can be done with it

And when all is done
There is nothing left of me
Except for what transverse in between

A flow of effortless effort
Of inspiration transformed into expression
And expression being furthered manifested into words
And hence the Truth is revealed
But only as a finger pointing to the moon

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *