I speak through the Heart

And get kicked

For a Thoughtless Uncouth

I speak only through the Mind & no Heart

And get kicked around

For being a Shrunken and a Selfish bhoot* ( *ghost)

I see from the mind and speak from the heart.

And get kicked around

For speaking too much The Truth

I do not speak

And get kicked again

For being a Nincompoop

The acceptance of the Destiny

As a good Ass

Reminds one that

One is good at something

The goodness of which

Shall keep one alive joyous and kicking

And make one's time

Melodic Blissful and pleasing

Let then it be a fools' paradise

Who cares?

Too much mind too much heart

No mind no heart

The fight between Mind & Heart

Heart & Mind

Makes us Blind

One is neither the mind

Nor this body

Nor this heart

Nor this name

Nor this culture

Nor this game

Conflicting attitudes

Hanging between Advait & Dvait* ( *old indian treatise on "Oneness & Duality")

Between I am this

And I am that

Between neti neti* ( *I AM NOT THIS , I AM NOT THAT )

And Being

The thought goes on

Tethered on a thin string

Of hopes

And promises

Aspiring to reach

The Unreachable

The Unreachable

Which is totally dry

Parched like the Tundra dessert

In sub zero

No Perfume No Scent

Life is to go around the mulberry bush

Round and round

And round and round

On broken promises

On false hopes

On useless yearnings

On decadent jokes

Accepting this

And one perceives

No it is not ' IT '

And no Advait & Dvait

And no promises no yearnings no hopes

And no decadent jokes

And it's being

Is not of being

And is something

Beyond in-between

Beyond all this

And beyond all that

And yet so near

As death is

And one sings with joy

Laughs with wonder

The 'IT' was so near

Like a Beloved

Always

A poem wrote by a friend / architect , Ravi Seth, India