Illusion of suffering ...4th July 2024

 As I greet the morning, a new page turns,

Yesterday's tomorrow is out, a new chapter learns.

But is it a harbinger of something new?

I've never found anything new in a new year, or a birthday's renewal.


The world is like a mirror's reflection, a town seen from within,

(Dakshina Murthy Sloka) A illusion that appears outside, a suffering that pierces the skin.

If everything is mere illusion, why these torments and pain?

And who is the sufferer, in this dream a puppet show?


In this ocean of life, I search for a shore,

And who is the victim in this harrowing ocean of life?

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