A PASSAGE TO ETERNITY
on a cold and crisp winter morning ,
when all the world is flat and snoring
i rise to the stillness of silence ,
at the dawning of renewed vibrance .
i set off cycling in pursuit of true introspection ,
lonesome on a road with no interception .
vast crop fields enveloped in a blessed calm,
waking up to glimpses of the sun's glowing charm .
peasants gearing up to til the earths soil ,
flights of birds in merriment not having to toil .
dance of the wind in exhilarated mood ,
all in a day to relish and to soothe
my transient body moving on the cycle of wheels ,
while the self merges into the now moment (absolute -shunya ) it scarcely feels.
injoy
vsingh
on a cold and crisp winter morning ,
when all the world is flat and snoring
i rise to the stillness of silence ,
at the dawning of renewed vibrance .
i set off cycling in pursuit of true introspection ,
lonesome on a road with no interception .
vast crop fields enveloped in a blessed calm,
waking up to glimpses of the sun's glowing charm .
peasants gearing up to til the earths soil ,
flights of birds in merriment not having to toil .
dance of the wind in exhilarated mood ,
all in a day to relish and to soothe
my transient body moving on the cycle of wheels ,
while the self merges into the now moment (absolute -shunya ) it scarcely feels.
injoy
vsingh
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