Intention and extension
I, a part of the Great Spirit, the paramatma
Here for a while and striving
To merge after death with my primary source
The omnipresent
The atma, the soul, the consciousness
The essence of my being
Is somewhere inside the cells
Inside the nuclei
Or diffused like water molecules
Every where
Omnipresent
With the intention
Of escaping the cycle of birth and death
I read, I pray, I serve, and I sacrifice
I suffer, I emulate
The life of great ones
Hoping to rejoice life
After death.
I
Too tiny to be noticed
In the midst of millions of others
Strive hard to look larger than life
Using extensions profusely
A MD, Ph.D. as a suffix
and
A Dr. as a prefix
A SUV, to create menace to smart cars
Expensive suites and dazzling saris to instigate jealousy
A Movado watch to define and qunatitate time
A mansion on the hill with Humvee and a Jaguar on the drive way
I feel precious
With the decoration of gold diamonds and pearl
On myself, on my spouse and on my girl friends
To feel larger than life
That life can disappear instantly
My body being reduced to the units of the universe
And the soul or atma
The ephemeral mirage
The eternal quest, the hope and dream of all
Flies away somehow, some where
Without my extensions
No idea what happens after that
Nobody left the world alive
Nor any one came back to tell me
The stories of the heaven and hell
Rewards and retributions
Or reincarnation to carry out the chores
Of intensions and extensions
All over again
((*.*))
Babru
August 26, 2009
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