Trips and Returns

Home from a trip

A soul is always lonely, the upanishads have taught,

This worldly life with the tangles of many souls is fraught.

To gather myself when alone, always longingly I sought;


When solitude came to consume me,

My fears and confusion set all to naught.

I and That are identical, the Gita has taught,

That and this world are identical, experience has taught,

            Struggling to merge twain to one,

Aloneness against obliteration fought;


When solitude came to consume me,

In freedom’s fields my soul got lost.

From the very depths of existence, diving only a perspective brought

As if rainbow-colored patterns concentration wrought,

In the tumult of blooms and swamps,

Isolation my self sought;


When solitude came to consume, at last

A sumptuous repast I spread, as I ought.

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word lover, meaning maniac, bilingual with metalingual interests, sometimes potter, poet, playwright, writer, mover to music, always a pontificator.
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