sumansoul my poem

Poem no 1

Who are you silent? Who are you ascetics? sitting in the far corner?

Sitting in a meditative seat under a flowering tree

O languageless, O speechless, leaving everything?

Looking deeply into the blue sky

Throw away as much rubbish from your mind as you can

Which has covered you for ages forgetting your identity In this world of darkness

In The web of illusion in the dark world

What is burning today, but your flame in the heart?

Today, however, is your mind in the fire bath?

What can be seen, however, is the line of golden light at the end of darkness?

Today, however, is the end of all your waiting?

Leaving all behind and going towards in a new way?

When you get up completely alone in your chariot?

Today you find yourself at all doors?

The sun is in the moon in space in the water on the ground?

Infinite eternity removes all bonds?

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where are you lost?

where are you lost? She danced and sang. In my heart's jewels. Many ages ago. Is she lost? What happened? Did she disappear into the red flowers and green leaves? In the white raft of the blue sky. She became a flower and blossomed in the tree. Did she disappear into the waves of the river? Did she get lost in the south wind? Did she get lost in the night stars? Does she still smile as a full moon? I die thinking. I find It floats in the mind only as a picture. She promised to come but did not come. She said she would appear, but she did not. I look back at everyone's face. Look for her I did not meet her I sit all alone with a broken heart. She disappeared to where I don't know. I sit in the dark. I sleep in the dark. I sit in the dark and sleep in the dark in hope

self discovery 2

Today a flood of light rushed in the sky. In some world, the wind is drunk with light. Who is today in the confusion of fickle light. Whose heart has opened the lid of that light today in his own light. In the light of the two eyes floated infinity. Whose heart today is colored in the seven colors of the rainbow. Who's heart was melded with the charm of freedom's flute. At the end of all the darkness the sailor on the shore of the sea of tears went to the land of the end of sorrow. In the darkness of desire. In the pride of the golden cage. Forget your identity. Convince yourself of that mistake. burning with your anger. He is in the chain of infatuation. What did he hear today? Calling beyond the dark mountains.

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