Rise of the inner blossom contd.
As everything becomes nothing
And nothing becomes everything
And so live one moment there
Beyond the callous and the cruel
Without emotion in the skein of blank indifference
To self’s inflated ‘I’s.
Ah, if I could leave so much behind
Would not suffering itself be gone
As turning in the motion of the skies
It would be enough.
Then to earthly life again
I could descend and know
Its hours made possible
With such an inkling of
That which is retained
Of the ever pervading substance
Which is the life and breath
Of everything and all
That can ever be
Such that the soul shall dwell
In the knowledge that
It lives forever
In Eternity.