All that I had good and bad

Things I called as mine

Things I collected for a day

All held closely to my heart

Filling the bowl nestled in heart

Outpouring it in a instant

Have I emptied the bowl

It is for He to fill it again

For he fills uniformly

Making man relate to man as one

One to be same throughout

He makes one face tests and trials

Which shatters and recreates the mind

Martyrs created are lost over time

Names erased one day by time

Courage shrinks and fades

Myths take the place

Horrors and terrors tread the path

Foot prints of time shall be indelible

Startled mind and fear all bared

Daring to bare the subtle hidden layers

He looks at the emptiness

Out of past today flows

Raising the hope for tomorrow to rise

In the distant dawn Man knows

All the path to the heaven

Leads to same divine gift

Emptiness needed to fill

Lost all the past lives with filled bowl

Emptied the bowl much before now

For the gift of His is beyond form

Neither spoken words

Neither written words

All lost in the simplicity

Simplicity of emptiness

Filled bowls fail to see

Mirage of doubts fills mind

Reflections thought as form

Ripples causes to deform

Emptiness shatters the form

Truth known becomes true

~Maitreya

Atma Sanchaya Dhwani

Volume 2 Issue 3; June 01, 2007