River of Knowledge Flow of life is like a river, Moving on - forever and ever. It never stops for anyone, Washing the sludge, leaving none. Sludge of desire within clings, Breeding stagnation - even for kings Yet the River flows, serene, unattached, With its gentle current- impurities dispatched. Fulfilled desires may turn to greed, Unfulfilled ones to anger that bleeds. The rapids cleanse both from their berth, Clearing the debris for rebirth. Roasted seeds can never sprout, Roast the ego, burn it out. Walk gently on the bridge of Grace, Guiding by the light from inner space. When spark of jealousy arise, Quench them fast before they rise. Destroy the ignorance without trace, Let the River of knowledge merge with its source
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta