Purposeless...

what shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own soul... MARK 8:36

For several days now I saw a bird,

At my window, chirping in peace,

Sang and he sang all that he could,

As if he knew what was bliss,

 

Autumns, winters, summers,

All passed by as if guided by science,

What would he gain so much

For all the monotony he’d find,

 

How could nothing matter?

How could it feel so...    safe??

Amidst the rising sun,

And Nature’s every passing wave...

 

One fine day I woke up happy,

A pretty smile lurked on my face,

A search for someone to share with,

But he was gone when spring had returned in grace,

 

What I had to gain, what is all means,

Were questions too fake,

I stood firm where I was,

As both of us flew ... away ... from the mistake...

Reviews

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. oh, i cannot begin to tell you what these words mean to me, abhas ... you've written so, so beautifully ... and elegantly and sensitively ...

. the biggest gain is knowing that there is nothing to be gained except greater compassion ... and a greater sense of dispensing the little justice we can ... in our own small way ... in our teeny, tiny lives ... there is nothing else that belongs to us ... those of us who've learnt this lesson are blessed ... the rest are truly unfortunate ... read this if you can ... http://aolfree.wordpress.com/2011/08/11/how-art-of-living-abuses-the-vulnerable/#comments ...

[Coyote Poetry]

We can learn something from all things. Freedom is something we miss when we lose it. I like the many questions raised in this poem. A very nice ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote