My Spiritual Quest

R. S. Murthy

I have a rule of for myself

I need no external aid for this regime of mine

Its strength lies in its vast assets

Built up over the years

Based on internal purity of the mind

Of body too as both are linked in many ways

Body of taking orders from the mind

Mink like the protecting angel to steer the body

Through eddies and whirlpools but always into the harbour

But at times mind fails to provide the signal

Gets bogged with conflicting thoughts

Like the ocean when churned by the Devas and Asuras

Emanating poisonous fumes

Body in deep agony and forlorn

Dwelves deep into the inner recesses

And to a thud, deep and sonorous in tone,

Its source scarcely visible

Could it be the inner voice, the voice of conscience?

Its message clear, like the commandments of yore,

The old rule regime gets altered

With many spiritual guidelines added to its base

The new pathway strewn with blossoms all over

Where love and compassion shed their fragrance

Mind becomes the Conqueror, a Mahavira,

With enemies driven in all directions

While body becomes the kingdom where peace reigns over.

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