Life as one envisions, is a tangle of intricacies construed by the greed of a few ( a few is it?).
Realize and rise beyond, find your true self.
One with a thousand around.
One with a thousand looking on,
One with a thousand ears,
One with a thousand senses,
One with a thousand, yet not himself.
Deprived, unintelligible, a meager animal.
Until One is one with himself.
Many rise to the occasion,
Many hold some moments close
Only some rise beyond the occasion
And care not remember beyond the moment
A very few yet decide that occasions are just a reason...
There came a question of good and evil.
One asked :
Why is good called 'good', and evil, 'evil'?".
He further argued,
"One may be good or evil, but ultimately all his actions are centred at self preservation.
Devine or evil, doctrines always expect eternal acceptance.
Rejection of a doctrine is its death!
Heaven and hell exits because one knows that good and evil will always be;
So when does good win over evil?"
So that you know....
More than once they talked,
More than once they alluded.
Behind those eyes,
Beyond the visible obvious,
Lurks the intrepid thoughts,
Safe in the anonymity of expression.
Discern beyond this,
Swiftly tear through the viel of anonymity.