poetry

Jataka Bandi

Freedom

In the quest for freedom’s sweet embrace,
It’s not in wants our spirits find their place.
But shedding cravings, desires retired,
True liberty, in simplicity, is inspired.
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Consciousness

In the deep well of consciousness, we dwell,
Endless, yet never drained, we find our spell.
Like oceans deep, and skies vast and wide,
Infinite potential within us resides.

An eternal void, with boundless scope,
Unseen, yet guiding every hope.
Origin obscure, age beyond grasp,
Yet older than time, in its timeless clasp.

On this quest, uncertain yet keen,
Let the journey unfold, a wondrous scene.
For in exploration, we find our true quest,
Let the journey itself be our eternal best.
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Yield

In lofty praise, great men may fall,
Their strength wanes when pedestals tall. Valued possessions draw thieving eyes,
Yet balance grants what truly lies.

Each in its place, each with its worth,
In humble soil, roots find their birth.
Tools in the hand, part of the throng, Guiding the self, where we belong.

To yield, to make space for the new, Embrace what’s vital, bid the old adieu.
For in the void, where letting go bleeds,
Lies room for what the heart truly needs.
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