Maya

[osho]

I have written this poem drawing upon the ancient wisdom of India. The wise in India consider life an illusion and the truth is yet to be explored. The Vedas are the greatest and oldest ancient sources of wisdom. The Veda, unlike other theological treatises leave some of the intricate things unanswered to the reader.

Maya

You know you will die
You are in a snare of destiny
You are living in a world of illusions

The unknowns you contend with
The unrealities battering you
The uncertainties gripping you


You are still fooled into ideas of realties


You are a bubble that can go bust anytime
You are a speck that gets blown up into infinity
Your assets- love, faith, edification, relationship
They are dusts that rise and fall in an endless eddy

Your beingness and nonbeingness has no impact
You are already non-existential

Love, romance, sex are the quivers of the cosmos

This presence you call life, reality
You try to connect to the unknown called God

This is all Maya and nothing else

[hillwalker]

I liked the phrase 'quivers of the cosmos' - but I'm not so sure on the poetic quality of the piece as a whole. It seems little more than a list of generalised statements you hold to be true.

H