The Buoyancy

Love has taken away all my practices
and filled me with poetry
I tried quietly repeating,
no strength but yours,
but I couldn't..

I had to clap and sing
I used to be respectable and chaste and stable
But who can stand in this strong wind remember those things?

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside itself.
That is how I hold your Voice.

I am scrap wood thrown in your fire
and quickly reduced to smoke

I saw you and became empty.
This emptiness - more beautiful than existence
it obliterates existence and yet when it comes,
existence thrives and creates more existence!!

The Sky is Blue. The world is like a blind man
squatting on the road.

But whosoever sees your emptiness
sees beyond Blue and beyond the blind man.

A great soul hides like Muhammad or Jesus,
moving through the crowd in a city
where no one knows him yet.

To praise is to praise
how one surrenders to this emptiness.

To praise the sun is to praise your own eyes.
Praise the ocean. What we say, a little ship

So the sea journey goes on, and who knows where!!
Just to be held by the sea is the best of luck
we could have. It is a complete waking up!

Why should we grieve that we have been sleeping?
It does not matter how long we have been unconscious.

We are groggy, but let this guilt go.
Feel these motions of tenderness
around you,
The Buoyancy.


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