Alone, Not Lonely

I love being alone, but I’m not lonely

I sit with my Love which is my one and only

When alone, in the spring of Life I am rooted

To ward off attachments I tread in this world, with aloneness I’m booted

Aloneness is to be with oneself comfortable

It only costs me my presence; what could be more affordable?

In my aloneness I’m one with my breathe

The stillness is inexplicable, I could even welcome death

On the other side of nowhere my Beloved will rejoice

To be alone when I consciously make a choice

Seeking perfect companionship for long I have been deluded

Only through my aloneness I seek my perfect Beloved

Pepal Tree

09.07.2009

Death

At the hour of Death

 The parade of Life

Seems so unimportant

What a relief!

Roles played

Emotions experienced

Hopes and aspirations

To strengthen our Belief.

Were it not for this make believe

True effort, True feelings

Would never perhaps

Be invested into Life.

Knowing the purpose

Of manifested Reality

Does it not indeed

Remove all strife?

Calm and peaceful

Warm darkness

All is well

We are really Alive.

Welcome Death

It is what we lived for

Anticipate and enhance Alertness 

When Death does arrive.