Tag: Poem

There is no death, there is no birth
There is no gain and neither loss
There is no low and neither high
We’re rather One with everything and All
Is there some reason to want something
When all is yours and you are All?
Is there a place you need to reach,
When there’s no space and neither time?
You think that you are that,
The little one appearing in the mirror?
Or you’re eternal and unlimited?
But squeezed yourself inside that form,
For You to know what’s to be small
For You to see how One can become many,
then hoping to tread back the apparent long way home
Wake up from that too, because I kid you not
The home that you are longing for,
You never left at any point.