I am not ‘I’
And was never different from Him….
I am not a Hermit, free from desires,
Neither I am a Sadhu, discarded his desires…….
I know for a Nirvana, need to discard six horses,
But I am still an ordinary being, with plethora of vibes….
Know it is bad to have ‘haves’, but I haven’t,
Created it, no, not I………
Saints are great, they have gone beyond,
Crossed oceans, walked miles after miles…..
Not sure whether, they have met the God,
And embraced His being or remained afar……
To be a human being, experience is the core,
No point to sit simply on shore…….
Getting wet in showers, for pleasure of a Mind,
No, never at all one should mind……
Flipping of a side, pain is rampant,
All along agony slow it to dampen………
Flowing with a flow, is a normal rule,
But sometimes it will make it blue….
But never mind to be normal and naïve,
Or aspire for fruits and fame…….
Human is a form, cloaked with ‘haves’
Need not feel bad, wishes are horses………
Godhood is super, but being human is still better,
Emotions are soothers, yet they are fliers……
Swaying with feelings, unfurling true colors,
Feeling unwound and unwrapping whole inner……
Real space is inner, gleaming with cheers,
Universal is a canvas, sprinkling multicolor…….
‘He’ is a painter and sculpturer too,
Conductor of a harmonic, whatever, He is only true……
Cosmic is the melody, millions are his notes,
Innumerable are his instruments, billions are His hymns….
Why to be great, to see millions smiles,
Or hearing, thunderous, applause of clapping…..
Nothing is perennial, except immortal ‘I’,
Who always experiences sad or a joy……
Hermits are great, undisputedly from ages,
Like they all descended, from different planets…….
They might be happy, intrinsically over joyous,
Who know their reality, only for them, or for others…..
Haven’t they hold, unfulfilled many dreams,
Attainment of Nirvana, or colorful Moksha dream……
I wish to be Him, not reaching Godhood,
Not discarding anything, but engulfing everything…..
I wish to refuel and refill my void,
With acoustical notes, never ever tried……..
Symphony of congruence, and melody of resurgence,
Mellifluous are renditions, harmonic are emotions……
What is God epitome of trust?
Manifesting own belief and trusting own trust ……
That way I am, undoubtedly Hermit,
Though not wearing me, saffron outfits……
Nor growing long beard, to impress and charm,
Do not find in living life fully, there is no harm……..
Whatever is ‘Me’, is given by Him,
Why should I feel guilty, and enjoy like Him…….
He is in Mind, heart, breaths and in spine,
Living in every particle of mine, everything belongs to Him……
I am not ‘I’ and was never different from Him….
In fact, never he allowed me to wander,
However I wished and continued to ponder…….
Vedas and Upanishads, taught he resides in me,
Brahmane and Aranyakas revealed ‘No Dual’, He or Me………
Whatever thinks or feels, it is not of mine,
Caused by Him, done by Him, and I am not mine………
I think this is the pinnacle of Self-Actualization,
Else what is that ‘Self -Realization’??????
Echoed and resonated, That Basic sound,
Touching my every being, making me astound…….
Reverberates heaven’s beautiful sonnets,
Resound four exquisite proclamations…..
Mukund Bhalerao
2022 February 21st / 23rd
Aurangabad
