Ignorance.
Between the knowledge I choose not to assimilate,
     Just yet,
And the Truth that lies concealed behind
     Dense
Clouds of illusion,
I stumble
Around
     And around.

Love.
She is indescribably
     Beautiful.
With her perfumed, overflowing
     Rapture
Waiting
Its chance
To spill freely
     And freely.

Being.
Bouncing around, part of this world
     And that,
Endless discoveries
     Arriving
And leaving.
Not all wanted, nor wasted;
Everything always changing
     And changing.

Wisdom
Knows there is nothing
     To know.
Dropping all pretense,
     Silence
Fills up the room
With emptiness,
Trusting in everything,
     And everything.

js
29 October 2005
Ahmedabad, India

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