Sinking in the marshes of my willful defeat,
Stooping my forehead to the ground
There I lay for the world to see,
The seeker ,too lost himself to be found!
Deep into the labyrinth of this perfidious forest
My faith grew weary and the will gave way
“Solitude is the prevailing truth.”
“You are alone”, the mind would say.
“You looked for sense where there was none.”
“You looked for meaning in chaos through your run.”
As the vistas were relenting to the weight of my thoughts,
And the light began to disappear;
Emanating from the heart of the forest; my belying heart wondered,
“Is that a song from your flute, I hear?”
My heart throbbed, my breathing stopped;
As it dawned on my fading senses;
“Finally I find it is true! I, the seeker, was always meant to find you!”
You hex me into submission and entangle me in your love
You are peace to the body, truth to the mind, salvation to the soul,
The deity and the devotee and the expanse of the heavens above!
All but a glimpse it took to comprehend
There is nothing beyond you;
You are the genesis and the end!
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