Jatakaa

Daily scribble in Kannada

Endurance

Silent sages hold the key,
Those who speak, know not, you see.
Close your mouth, senses dim,
Sharpened edges, let them thin.
Knots untangled, glare turned soft,
Dust settled, lifted aloft.

This is the primal way,
Soft and yielding, come what may.
Unaffected by praise or blame,
It gives, endures, remains the same.
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Blissful

In the vast expanse of night,
Every being, a spark of light,
From her essence, they arise,
Perfect, free, beneath the skies.

Bodies formed by fate’s embrace,
Circumstance completes the race.
Honor springs from heart and soul,
In her care, we’re made whole.

She births and nurtures, every one,
Guides us gently, like the sun.
Creates with love, no strings to bind,
Acts with grace, pure and kind.

She comforts, shields, then calls us back,
In her arms, there’s no lack.
Her love flows through all that is,
Nature’s truth, an endless bliss.
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Cleanse

I came running, stood before you,
Praying for help, a path anew.
Your silence spoke in ways profound,
In stillness, answers I found.

You stayed as ever, calm and wise,
While I, with restless, seeking eyes,
Forgot to cleanse my inner strife,
Yet kept my home in order, life.

Why do I clean the pots and pans,
But miss the stains upon my hands?
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