little-self

Modern thought (philosophy), has lost its relevance

Its contents being hallow, lost in verbal digression
Old masters had gone deep, delved in Nature’s womb Caring not for creations, their reach was the Creator
Many elevated the ladder, a few scaled the heights

Down showered the Big-Bang of Intelligence that caused the

- Creation

Creation is not mystical hype, nor it the dream of a raven
It is the plaything of Creator, dazzling variety brightens the horizon
For beneath the shell, lies the Seed of Conscious
Each seed fructifies into design, to fit in the Grand Design
Needlessly we cry over sorrows, pain giving life disasters
They are the splashing colors, Divine painter Coates in
Without bothering these passing clouds, live the lives of karama
(service)
Reaching Him should be the goal that is the Ultimate dharma
Earning the fruits virtuously, piously, life spent in fear of Him
Caring not for rewards, following the path; initiated by elders
Cripple not the design of life; it is the fruit of karamas
With fate in our hands, ruin not its colors; be the color not the
-Designer
We design our fate; He designs Creation
We become creations; He remains the Creator
Fate is the dream of parasites, fruiting of dream the projection of
-life
Find present in dream, journey’s mission is complete.