Tuesday 20 March 2012


The flight of the eagle leaves no mark,
Neither does atom, molecule or quark.
Nothing moves quicker than the speed of light,
But it's mind's illusion, just a defect of sight.
Life's a magic mystery school no doubt,
Say yea to it all with a mighty loud shout.
As soon as it comes, it flies and goes by,
It has no real substance and soon it will die.
Life is transient like a mere whisp in the night,
But with Gurus firm grace there's no need for fright.
So surrender and into ones self please enquire,
Realisation comes for all who persist and don't tire.

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