Poem: Prayer to Mother
Mother if it please you if it be your will
On this mountain of unreason this illusory hill
That I embrace and call sacred ground
Let the pebble of Truth be found.
Not knowing its shape size or colour I search
From round stone to rough rock to red thing I lurch
Scraping like a creature possessed
Grasping each new thing to my breast.
Truth is indifferent to light and to shade
By people’s opinion not unmade nor made
Neither blooms in profit nor withers in loss
Then teach me to equally love gold and dross.
Mother take my hand guide my feet be my eye.
Confused by intentions no compass have I
I do not know how to look where to turn
Sift harsh truthfulness from deceitful concern.
Like a candle in the winds my faith flutters
Oftentimes I doubt my purpose my sanity.
Help me guard the flame Mother don’t let it die
Else what shall I live for and why?
-- Krish
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I wrote and first posted this on July 27, 2009. This is a re-post.
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