“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?’ Actually, who are you not to be?” ~ Marianne Williamson; American spiritual teacher and author.
The Fire and The Waters
There is a magic well up in the heavens,
Waters of life which carry your image.
There is fire over the waters which burns eternally,
And its flames carry the truth of the waters.
There is a source of life in the soul of man,
And the passion for freedom burns over it.
Man blindly poisons the waters of life
And treads over his own soul.
He blatantly denies life and buries the fire,
He chains himself and ignores the passion.
I am here to see far beyond worldly perception,
The life essence which the heart in fire knows.
I am here to understand more than minds tell,
The freedom essence is the truth in my soul buried.
But where is the rationale of the ordinary man…??
Is it buried under the mud of his ignorant footsteps…??
The fire which fuels his muddy footsteps still burns,
The waters still carry his image of sheer divinity.
My heart cries because true love has vanished,
My heart cries because self-knowledge has gone.
~ Asa.
“It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.” ~ William Shakespeare.
Over the mud of the past me and the trail of hazy vision
I rode the midnight train with doubt and indecision,
Where she stood as a mirage in the pantheon of My Eye,
Where she tempted my ignorance disguised as noble ally.
The stars and the moon were glowing but I was blind,
Time was the illusion of my impatience blooming in mind;
Man cannot see the vast forest when he sees the lonely tree,
Thought of aging is the obsession which cannot let you be.
My path was marked by my fears and frustrations,
As mankind hates itself and poisons all nations.
I saw it with My Eye as the night fell heavy on my soul,
The anger which distanced me from the universal whole.
As I made way through the station I saw destiny again,
As morning light woke me I saw the enslaving chain;
Then I contemplated myself as I awoke from the illusion,
The self-reflection fell upon the blind mob in confusion.
What is man if not his own master…??
What is destiny if not his creation…??
The darkness and light must be harmony inside.
The awakening in me lies in the visions of My Eye.
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