Long long ago so long ago there was this man wandering He was walking aimlessly and was persistently pondering He landed up in a dense forest as though he was made for squandering And before you know there were robbers for money laundering Those robbers beat him up and tied him up to the tree He was blindfolded, wounded and could not be free He cried and yelled for help but could not see He was losing hope as there was no guarantee There appears the one compassionate soul whose cool hand touched his brow to console He allowed her to untie his bondage and let him show the way to his cottage The Guru is the one who removes ignorance The Guru then disappears without difference The Guru has unconditional compassion that flows The Guru then lightens the path that glows The direction to home town is bestowed The man is left with choices for the road He can be a wanderlust and seek infinitely Or choose to seek the infinite...
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta