Cosmic Joy

by Remya Mohan

No quest for infinity,
It may be an idea,
Never to be a thing,
Like love, the universe,
God and sin.

Feel and relegate feeling
To a telescoped consciousness,
That moves erratic
Between indistinct realms,
Flitting across flickers

Take up a thought,
Like a garment's texture
That is all it is, a passing sensation
Wrought by forces unseen but
In your control.

Cultivate independence of mind,
Not arrogant self-righteousness,
No self-indulgent fascism,
A sense of duty, sense of shame past,
Of life alone...

Ultimately alone...
and reveling in happy life.

11-Sep-2005

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