Slicing through, to the sluice gates of peace - a poem by Uttik

ammasriram By ammasriram, 9th Jan 2016 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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One has to be ruthless in cutting one's ego down to size - this process can be painful, but the rewards are priceless.

Slicing through, to the sluice gates of peace

On a hunch, I grabbed a scimitar,
Steadied myself, from the tremble of a lamb at the altar,
Closed my eyes and slashed at the wraith,
It hurt something fierce, and tested my faith,
The coward in me begged and schemed to stop the violence,
Every cell cried out to continue the contrivance and pretence,
The plotter in me crafted a thousand plays,
The maudlin and fool in me pleaded in a thousand ways,
Yet, a strange and unseen spirit was in action,
Inside and surrounding me, transcending my superficial predilection,
Roaring triumphant growls in my heart,
Steadying my step and gait, when I seemed to be falling apart,
Ruthlessly denying pity and sympathy for my passion,
Unflinchingly suffering my accusations in compassion,
At last, the channel flowed smooth,
The sluice gates opened, revealing the heavenly booth,
Where sat a stock-keeper, with his account,
He put away my caps and feathers, underneath his mount,
He opened his arms, his smile a dazzling surge,
As my skin and coats were razed, and as nothing did I emerge.


Mystic Poem, Spiritual Poetry, Spiritual Realm, Spirituality God Awakening

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The writings are informal attempts at documenting spiritual, mystical and philosophical concepts learned through self-experience.

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