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(On the Mother’s day)

Born out of my mother’s womb,

My hazed eyes of the present day

Converge the soft soil of this samsara

Feeling the amorous warmth

Of illimitable and immeasurable

I'm quite conscious of.

Grown up I'm 

In the tough and sturdy legs 

Massaged by the pure oil

Of immeasurable mind.

Matured I’m as the absolute man -

The conception of

My affectionate motherhood.

In the time passing by,

When my mother turned

Old enough to fragility and frailty,

Then my mindful memory

Erased my own childhood -

The nam* and roop*

Of my mother in me.

I'm occupied this much

To set myself morally uprights,

Bemused I’m in my right

To concede you like my own,

Stayed far away from your presence.

The suffering you confronted

In your old and fragile body,

My nature of looking intently at you 

Fell down your mind into despair.

When my mind stuck in  

Brahma Bihar, the Assembly of Divinity,

I grasped you utterly.

Alas! You were then only

A lustrous star in the sky.

Merely for a day of each year,

Contentment flaunted in me by

Peeping your Nam and Roop

In me and mine

In the  beholding mirror

Of the immeasurable universe.

*

Bramha Vihar, also called Chatu Bramha Vihar –

The assembly of Divinity or immeasurable

in Buddhism has four moral virtues, namely

Loving Kindness (Metta), Compassion (Karuna),

Sympathetic Joy and  Equanimity (Upekkha)

Samsara – The material world

Nama – Mind and mindfulness

Rupa – Shape or form

Like a shiny demigod, you stand here before me with unconcerned eyes beaming down into the depths of all I am, but you’re blind and I can’t seem to find the will to help you-- I don’t care to. I’ll let you struggle and always think you know when even I can’t know. There’s a dynamic flow in everything and it’s everywhere, but still from somewhere a selfish, stagnant force fights for dictation, and gets stuck at ideation. We get stuck at identification and separate you from me. We’re isolating and decimating, contemplating and waiting for some external action to save us.
Failing to see the unity, schisms fracture Love and disrupt Peace. Quakes of arrogant desire believe their imagined lies to confine their own lives strict within the cage of fearful ignorance, securing us in sensation and fenced in selective cohesion. Reason is a thing oft in neglect, associated with only the intellect, a mere man, amassing “facts.” Think about your knowledge and realize it’s aged, already stale (naturally technique and recipe remain). We can’t know NOW, and therefore can’t measure it. With no labels, now is new, infinitely unknown… This is now. This is all there is and all I am, but not me. There is no will, therefore no actor. There is no I… There is this moment….and here, accordance with the harmony of reality occurs. “I” don’t love. Here, there is Love, Peace, and Freedom, the lack of all self. Nothing is here, but here is everything.