Ages it has been since I heard the beating of my heart and talking of my mind,
Ages it has been since I tasted the peace of solitude.
Why do saints sit quiet, under a tree all alone away from it all I wondered,
Why are they unmoved by all good and bad I wondered...
Neither the desire for love, nor the fear of hate,
neither the happiness of victory nor defeat's despair...
Neither the greed for more, nor pride of knowledge...
Sleep taking over my thoughts, I fall asleep, the sight of a man draped in simple white cloth, with an ecstatic smile invades my dreams, living in the mountains all alone...
"What do you have that makes you so happy" I asked,
Unmoved from my ignorance, he said "Think of something that you have, but I don't child,
worry, anger, greed, desire"
How shall I get rid of these things I wondered....
"where there are people, there is desire, desire is the root to all pain, why desire? you only get what you earn from deeds, why please people? they don't give you what you deserve child, god does. why seek appreciation, do you not have enough?"
Saying this he walked off, never to be seen again.
A fool I was, never looking within,
Away from conflict, away from noise. away from desire, away from material pleasure..
The mind could speak, the eyes could glow, the soul could breathe...
What a fool I was to think i could deal with people,
before my own ignorant self was dealt with..
happy is not the one who has it all. but one who is satisfied,
happy is the unmoved, treating good and bad alike,
peaceful is the one free from desire, free from chains of validation.
What is this sudden surge of philosophy?
am I destined to be a saint? A great soul I must be....
perhaps my soul is too great for things like mathematics,
Yes! that's it!
Well the wise thoughts are now gone, all that is left is piled up studying...
If only I had a white cloth and a way to the mountains....
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