Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Standing on the precipice,
Walking the tightrope

Between One-ness and Duality
Between existence and non-existence

A tumult reverbrates in this silence,
There is something to this nothingness

An instant is nothing but an illusion
Look!It's the ice melting in the river.

5 comments:

Harshvardhan Pande said...

There is something to this nothingness

An instant is nothing but an illusion

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loved these 2 lines. u shud write/compose more often

Parth said...

Brilliance....

Dr Prabhat Tandon said...

beautiful !! it;s like meditating alone ..
The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains.

Amit J said...

thank you mr.tandon.....and by the way...is that poem yours if it is....salute!

Dr Prabhat Tandon said...

No, it’s a short poem written by a chinese poet of 8th century & it expresses the idea of impermanence perfectly