The art of being <br /> <br />This world without me <br />Is the very same world <br />That has me very much. <br />My world is just my being <br /> <br />‘I’ll be no more in this sphere’, <br />Is a thought that makes me feel <br />That I am in this very sphere. <br />I am what my thoughts are. <br /> <br />None of my ways is new <br />No day is different either, <br />Unless I can see the light. <br />I’m what my eyes show me. <br /> <br />All my deeds are my forms <br />I change myself doing them. <br />Things I don’t do don’t exist. <br />I simply exist because I do. <br /> <br />Just behind everything <br />There’s a simple reason <br />What’s behind one’s being <br />Is what’s before one’s being. <br /> <br />A world without you or me <br />Is no more different per se <br />It is we who make it differ. <br />Sadly though, same we are <br /> <br />Doesn’t it kill you to realize <br />That you’re once a ‘no more’? <br />If it does, what ever you are <br />Is what it actually is…bliss. <br /> <br />Blessed are all beings <br />It is simply bliss to be. <br />I feel like saying “no’ <br />To everything that is. <br /> <br />jaypeeasarefine@gmail.com<br /><br />A. Jayaprakash Jayaprakash Panicker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-art-of-being/
