poetry

Jataka Bandi

Mystery

In the dance of life, a subtle art,
To shrink, let first the soul depart.
For to rid, let bloom with grace,
In every corner, find your place.

To grasp, release with open hand,
Embrace the flow, where all things stand.
Softness conquers, in its gentle stream,
The secret lies in what’s unseen.

Keep your methods veiled in mystery,
Reveal only the fruits of your history.
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Ordinary

In melodies light, we sway and dance,
To aroma’s call, we take a chance.
In quests for beauty, far and near,
Yet, air, water, light, ever so clear.

No hue, no scent, no flavor’s kiss,
Yet they mold our essence, never to miss.
Truth akin to these, silent and grand,
To make them great, our life’s demand.
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Experience

In the dance of the river’s might,
It knows not its own power’s light.
Clouds drift by, but do they own
The river’s flow, its endless tone?

The sea, vast and wide, does it hold
Control over rivers, young and bold?
In nature’s symphony, all play their part,
Yet none own, none control, none apart.

Life’s journey, a rhythm so pure,
Experience its gift, of this be sure.
In the world of existence, take your cue,
Enjoy the dance, be one with the view.
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