Freedom from the unknown

"One of the greatest thinkers of the age" is how the Dalai lama describes J. Krishnamutra.. Having immersed myself into this book I'm left wondering how anyone can attain such a life as is advocated by this writer ?

poem

Gentleness speaks his name

Kindness walks beside him

Sorrow touched his heart

And I in my folly did not

Tend as well I might

This gift of loving one

So touched by lovers plight..

Stars

How do I gaze again

Upon these stars that light

The heavens far above

Who incumbent

Do lay heavy watch upon me

For when eyes raised

And soul cries out

A silence does surround

The truth that speaks

Is silence truth

But i did not abide..

Quite your mind before you speak

There are some words

Best unsaid

But I in haste

Did not not speak

So now do feel the

Consequences of my folly.

The pain of unrequited love

 

Does not the sabre

Slice through flesh

Give pain its name in passing

The battle fought

Heart seeks defence

Tries to express

But bidden not

For conquering heart

Does not tarry

Interest lost, abandoned

Sabre sheathed

Hearts blood now spilt..

Ego again !!

I in ego thought

I could be loved in return

For love that I did give

But my love did attach

For reasons deep within

A doubt of worthiness

And so this doubt

This troubled soul

Did loose its hearts desire

To love and have hearts

Love returned..

A drink maybe

Loss, pain, hand shaking
Drink does not lessen
Resolve but where to find it
When the body is unable
To rectify this loss

Of hearts desire