The world is slave to needs.
The need must become your slave. You must learn to use your modern conveniences –not to be used by them.
The more you want the more miserable you are.
Wanting is the state of perpetual restlessness.
Want nothing and you will have everything.
——-AVATAR MEHER BABA
[From- LESSONS FOR SPIRITUAL ASPIRANTS, Complied by: BIRENDRA KUMAR]
[Copyright © Avatar Meher Baba Perpetual Public Charitable Trust Ahmednagar (M.S.) India]
The Sarcastic And Mad Scorpion
A Poem by Anonymous
Whose scorpion is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch him frown. I cry hello.
He gives his scorpion a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The scorpion is sarcastic, mad and deep,
But he has promises to keep,
Until then he shall not sleep.
He lies in bed with ducts that weep.
He rises from his bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in his head,
He idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.
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Free verse by jay
The fight that’s really lifelong,
Above all others is the fierce feud.
Fatal, famous, fierce feud.
Never forget the long and womb-to-tomb fierce feud.
Pay attention to the real romance,
the real romance is the most sentimental lie of all.
Never forget the schmalzy and emotional real romance.
When I think of the foolish flirtation, I see a secret idea.
A foolish flirtation is footling. a foolish flirtation is elflike,
a foolish flirtation is piddling, however.
Free verse by jay
I cannot help but stop and look at the lifelong, fratricidal feud.
Does the fratricidal feud make you shiver?
I cannot help but stop and look at the sentimental, real romance.
Does the real romance make you shiver?
Just like a secret idea, is the foolish flirtation.
Why is it so fat?