INSPIRED VERSES - Poem

Hello,

In this blog post I would like to share with you a 3 - part poem I recently wrote, titled "Inspired Verses".

In it I touch upon many of the subjects that are most relevant to me: the Self, how one looks upon death, our attitude towards life, what life is really an invitation for, and so on.

I do hope you enjoy.

Thank you for your time and attention,
Nil


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​INSPIRED VERSES


I


I do not fit inside my body.
My coffin will not contain me.
Who is it that is looking through my eyes?
Who or what is I exactly?


Whence one sees death,
not as the final frontier,
but as the chance
for a new beginning,


one needn't live in fear
nor distract oneself
with haste and action.


That life is the wonder of wonders
and that each passing moment is precious.


That from life there is no coming nor going,
so one can just behold the miracle manifesting.


Whence we lose our grip
life blasts in bloom.


Whence we tighten it,
it chokes us too.


Before letting another inopportune thought
dictate your every move,
and steal you from the life you choose,


take a moment to detect
if that thought really came from you.


For most thought arises in absence;
who am I but presence?


Beyond the veil of things changing,
we are as God intended.


And whence we live our lives
by our higher selves guided
with the divine within connected
it is paradise which on earth is manifested.




II


​Life took me to where I belong,
where I don't need to hide,
nor need wish for another day.


Hell or heaven just a thought away,
here on Earth is where I choose to stay.


And I know life cannot take me
there where I do not choose to go,
so it is for me to exercise my power
to choose whether mourning or celebration
in every single situation.


And I know these lines
all of life they cannot contain,
but here they will remain when I'm gone
for any traveller seeking to make
their way back home.




III


​Life just wants to play;
why resist it?


Why put on a hard face
and try to delay both joy and pain?


Why go on living another day
trying to grasp what isn't there,
when life gives us it all,
when just by asking, we are whole?


Why live resenting our existence
and the way things have gone,
why not appreciate the balance
that life needs both sunshine and rain?


The only thing that prevents us
is the thought that lingers,
that says we can't.


And meanwhile life keeps asking us:
will you give yourself the chance?