Existence

Fired up to the brim, a heart torn,

start of search with many a sojourn.

A silent war on the violence of thought,

is what this harbinger of peace wrought.

Now he sits still, with his mind tamed,

connected with an energy as yet unnamed.

Do I follow his steps to mystical paths unknown

or go deeper inside and be a Buddha beknown?


Poem by Rajat Juneja

Painting by Smita Sonthalia


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