poetry

Jataka Bandi

Richness

Richness is not in gold or gleam,
It dwells in the heart, a quiet dream.
Build your palace with feelings true,
Foundations strong, skies wide and blue.

The bigger your heart, the richer you’ll be,
A treasure no thief can ever see.
No tarnish, no loss, no fading art—
For it’s your own palace, your royal heart.
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The Master

It’s easy to drift, swept away,
By practice’s pull, day by day.
It’s easy to lose sight, forget,
Habit’s rhythm, a quiet threat.

Yet life within, a guiding flame,
Steers us forward, beyond the same.
Do not bow to habit’s call,
Or let blind practice rule it all.

Be present, awake, and truly see,
Each moment holds eternity.
This teaching whispers, calm yet rife:
To be is the master of life.
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Creation

Words without meaning,
Fall like whispers, fleeting.

Music without soul,
Never makes us whole.

Natural flows shine,
Unpracticed, divine.

Be true, create,
Give more than you take.
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