Posted in Poem

Where…XXII

Where I can forgive
my Self for being itself
Where I do not judge
my being for being itself
Where discipline to change is
not forced but comes by itself

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Posted in Random Ramblings

Self

Somehow my thoughts
drifted into slumber
of deep woods
where I could see
the Self standing alone
in the reflecting waters
glimmering under
the full moon night.

“Who is this!”, was
my instant reaction, far
from realization
and recognition:
I was my unknown.

First a surprise,
then a disbelief
and mounting frustration.
The past was gone,
the present is staring
stark deep into my eyes:
I saw a naked unknown.

Truth is so rude!