Flesh and Bones — an inspirational poem for the seeker
The body is but flesh and bones,
covering,
hiding beneath
the true gem,
The all-spark
Guarded,
Nay,
Protected,
By the 5 horses,
What man seeks, is seeking him,
But what man truly is,
is something phenomenal,
A phase, where the seeker and the
object are same,
Where top meets bottom,
Up and down becomes one,
Doer and doing disappears,
Where Drop becomes Ocean,
and Ocean becomes drop,
And what’s left,
Isn’t flesh and bones anymore,
but a Being,
Powered like a megawatt lighthouse,
of pure, unsullied, untouched energy
Which moves beyond the body, and
touches everything and everyone
around him,
Then is it flesh and bones anymore,
Or something more?