When Spirituality Turns Into Another Self-defeating Story
Lately, I have been questioning my approach to growth and self-actualization. Although the idea of life being a swamp of pain, we have to wade to reach the shore of enlightenment does not make any sense to me, I have lived as such! I have invested more than half a century in questing for spiritual
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Peace
Elusive thing When raised to a banner Yielding masses to agree Malleable Diluted Tempered Alchemized In the fire of ambition and power Objectified As the price we pay for spilling blood In the name of slippery, volatile constructs Burnt to ashes without feathers springing on renewal flight Peace The elixir running in the veins of
Echo of a MEmory
An echo of a memory through cracks in reality slips The faint glimmer of a long-lost dream with crumbling vestiges of illusion scratching rotten edges in its wake A power with feet of clay precariously swinging on recalcitrant dogmas pertaining a past with unraveled seams and bitter stains claimed in the sleepless nights of ignorance
Detour
You are here today… Yet, who are you? Trapped in the corollary of familiarity, Unidimensional relatedness, Insipid, toneless expression Of a longing too afraid to Assert, Profess, Demand Ownership of worth… You are here today… Yet, what for? Around the conspicuous waste And never-ending loops Unfertile soils eroded by Regularity, commonplace Demure Endured Obscured Stereotype