I don’t seem to know any more
I wake up in the morning
And stare blankly at the door.
Trapped in a body wracked with limitation,
Every breath is an act of suffocation.
Am I the sum total of my successes,
Or the product of my failures?
Everything is a lie and illusion is rampant,
It is taken to be real and there lies the delusion.
The truth is hard to swallow,
The pain too much to bear,
This separation between body and soul,
As the body stumbles and the soul soars,
Is this what I asked for!
To be of this world and not to be,
To belong and not fit in,
To be torn between the dream and the awakening,
Is a dilemma that I dread facing.
Disconnected from the love of the source,
A whirlwind of activity and emotions I force,
I trip and fumble trying to find
Something that will satisfy this deep thirst in my soul.
What is it that seeks to be birthed?
A tiny voice inside me speaks,
Which I try to drown in the quagmire that is my mind.
Feebly it cries – Happiness lies in the ‘IS’,
In the ‘Now’
In the everlasting that is there..and will be forever more.
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Damayanti Chandrasekhar lives in Florida with her husband and two children, loves yoga, baking and the Tao. She has a Masters degree in Journalism and currently volunteers at the local public school. Her other interests include reading, travelling and playing agony aunt via her blogwww.punctuatelife.com.