Concoction
The not-so-chosen one
The Divine Concoction — Distilled Intoxication
When a beaten and bruised seeker settles under “The Tree” — settling, but not for peace — to end years of strife with seeking…
Distilling the concoction of all life experiences — And, to be relentlessly in stillness, until existence yields — until he can dance from eternal intoxication
Dawned realization — dawned realization for generations to come — For centuries to come,
To come and linger and survive and go — difficulties all the way for most beings
Difficulties all the way — than to come, imbibe, just be, still, simply realize, and to be drunk with the intoxicated concoction — and, to know nowhere to go…
Written as a dedication to Gautama the Buddha on Buddha Purnima
Ignore my fallacies or advise
Love
Aravindh V Bala
