BOWL WAS STILL EMPTY
Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish.
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed –
his bowl was still empty.
In the inner space
a largesse, free of present,
becomes the pain of perfection!
Now what to do next?
More afraid of life than death
he tried to manage the fear,
the futility of becoming somebody,
the nihility of ripening in celebrations.
In the darkness, an eye looks
beyond the stars, at timeless silences
of hope, waking, slits of dreams
like lasers, creating new designs.
Submitted by Satish Verma.