Poet: Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur Finding Ourselves When the noise of the world subsides And one is left with naught inside The mind or heart, the soul decides To emerge into the light Like a sun embracing all Of nature, and our spirits tall Survey the landscapes of our call To rise above the fatal fall To earth where we came to be The masters of our destiny And our shocks of fate lay siege To the memories of eternity Whence we plunged into this night Men call life; a golden light Is the source creative, flight The wings of depth to greater heights We have never seen before, Yet it is this evermore That is our source to further more The beauty of the earthen floor We stand upon – We are the bridge Between the now and future which Supports our walk upon the ridge Dividing us, our dreams we hitch Onto the real we know not, ‘Tis best to do with what we’ve got For truth is not what we have bought In markets where the goods are wrought With greed – We have higher things To accomplish, wider wings To grow, from the sun to bring The treasures of the soul that sings Of love which never can be found In seeking midst this sordid ground; All is yours when silence sounds The bells of hope that faith surround! – It is the silent peace of love, A bliss far greater than above Visits us when effort ends, A great surrender makes amends With our sorrows past, we live The life in which we’re meant to give Of ourselves to all, and peace Is married to our souls at ease… From the book, Love’s Story, Ajit Sripad Rao Nalkur (2012), Part Two – Love on Earth.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 01:53:58 +0000
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