POETRY – RHYME


Isolation in Exile:

Born in exile, stranger in a strange land,
Far from home, isolated in anti flow.
To grow in antipathy, violence on hand,
Ebb flow movement and the curiosity to know.

Why against the tide, always must I swim,
Uphill against the wind, the tedious way.
No friends upon the road, isolated and grim,
No guiding hand of friendship, no guru to say.

Warm words of encouragement and occasional rebuke,
Simplistic colonels of wisdom, essay lessons in life.
But mask harsh reality, the beggars and the duke,
Teach wisdom from anguish and experience through strife.

Training for my service, gradually things clear,
From personality vision, of the path that lies ahead.
A cognition of why therefore, in the dream things appear,
Contrary to reality, a picture show instead.

The feeling of isolation, another veil of Maya,
Lifted when appropriate, slowly to unfold.
Reality in actu, life of Mother Gaia,
Blindfolded delusion, life in the cold.

To realize the help, at past darkest hour,
For omniscient Buddha, suffered most of all.
That anger comes from pain, fear pursues power,
While greed consumes all, but Love’s eternal call.