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The Lost Meditation of Soul

Poetry By: Rahula Lama
Religion and spirituality

A poet's catharsis on the greatest issue on life - God and existence. This work is an emotional spiritual conversion of reflection and exprience into words through poetry. This poem is an attempt to voice out the pain hidden in our deepest heart - on who we are and why we are here.

Submitted:Aug 10, 2007    Reads: 130    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

The Lost Meditation of Soul

July 9, 2006, Sydney

My face in the mirror

with mask hidden in my eyes,

I see all images of terror

every god would despise.

I am crucified for my sins,

a saint with no place in heaven;

I am lost without a shepherd -

wandering like a wingless bird.

My heart cries like a child

soft, weak, and about to die;

alone in a secret dark cell

wishing my life as just a dream.

I contemplate the Holy Trinity

of Buddha, Allah, and Jesus -

I ask for relief and peace

for my life to become precious.

As I hear the bells from the church,

a voice whispers in my ears:

"Why go to an endless search

when your life is full of fear?"

Now I ask the God who speaks -

I wait, listen, but no reply.

Why then I keep on asking

when no answer is certain?

I live now like a fool,

lost aimless kind of soul:

my hands are begging for mercy -

Wisdom - so quiet and humble.


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