LOTUS Why shouts and shows, helping - healing aliens all ? Escapisms and shirkings, lapses and laxities on, All undoings and omissions, after vanities and follies of the worlds known. Only impracticalities tinged with immoralities, longings immaterial And fantasies living relishingly ? Wither those resolves, dreams and the like highest, best or ever abysmal ones ? (You know them) Oodles on and on of inconsequentialities, of nonsensicalities, of life’s seductions And of self- complacensies of this limitation – drugged psyche, Isn’t senses pleasantary or its – all – ecstasies, the devil destroyer, a daily meal ? Drifted about by bungles, sins and emerging complexes filled with pangs alike. Lo! Ongoing these every non – essentials! Then whining and wailing the same oldie, oldie yarns, O, how so bereft of one iota of peaceful head! Yah, this timeless saga looks e’er retrievable, And Causes, O, just unexplained like enigmatic Nature! Through life’s labyrinths and its all ironies and paradoxes, upon the horns of dilemmas, You are treading and treading, tippling, toppling……………. Aye, o”er them destined as albeit forevermore, What haunts or hurts, travails or traumas ? Not unoften positive or of any sublime being – seems these all. As non – self notions and actions or these infructous deeds ensuing, This I degenerating, shambling and putrefying. Alas! Albeit your mission unaccomplished, save That’s Endowment, Blessed on the earth are the ones who have done it, do it. Up ahead aid to the farthest, your self and no looking back, Venturing forth fearlessly head – on, e”er onward, and Through all strength and succor of yourself, with willing courage That ever so tinted with focused labour and per day sweat, For, this life yet embers, whose flames are of only perenniality and divinity and everything. Go about as comes all, as things do. March on and on now, Headstart hence to seek the Equilibrium thereon to paint your portrait consummate in life, Behold good to greatness because count down here counts ultimate, Let action ever imperative and be divine Sagas may only have the track own, own then and there……………….. And then not you be you ? Tell me. Aye, you be you the Blessed’s boy.

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HELLO BRAINY