Walking in the Dark

Ignorance, Doubt, Sceptic,

अज्ञश्च अश्रद्दधानश्च संशयात्मा

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Light on the path.

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Through the dense woods,

Walking in the Dark,

I was ignorant of my self,

I was doubtful of my self,

I was sceptic of my self.

Though I knew : I am, 

Yet didn't exactly :

Who or What I am / was / is. 

The sprawling dense dark woods,

Were a challenge and an urgency, 

An emergency, evoking in me the urge, 

To explore, discover and find out:

Who or What exactly, 

Is / Was / Am, 

The thing named 'I'.

That was the spirit behind the journey,

I took up and went through, seeking out, 

In my endeavor, in enthusiasm.

I clinged to the mere, bare thread of "I",

Remembered and recalled the same. 

I never let it slip away from my clinch,

Through the dark dense far-flung woods,

I never cared for the dread of the sounds, 

That kept haunting me from behind, 

Neither was allured by those calls,

That tried to catch my attention ahead,

Undaunted, unwavering, bit adamant too, 

Stubborn, obstinate, and haughty,

I kept on walking like the blindfold.

The remembrance, the call from the within,

Was the thread that I never let loose,

I never let it slip away from my grip.

Through the dark dense woods, 

Finally and ultimately, 

I discovered the very source of the light, 

Where-from came out this ray of I am. 

I discovered I was / is / am, 

The ray, the source and the light, 

That illuminated me, the world, 

And the deep, dense, dark woods, 

Yet is utterly calm, cool, detached as well, 

From everything else, 

Yet is also all and everything.

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