Masters are here
Neither to console
Nor to protect
Nor shelter
From the ever-blowing winds of change

Just a lamp that kindles
Another in me
A trigger to find myself
Anchor within
And ride the waves of change
To flow along

GURU

Masters inspire
In their compassion share their very own experience,
Their words of wisdom
Torches in black darkness of ignorance

Salutations to all
The One to spoke the words of wisdom
The One who preserved them
For seekers to come

Bubbles

One small important, insignificant bubble
In the Ocean of Existence
Creation is before my ‘coming’
Will continue just as ever after my ‘going’

A dance in Harmony
A transformation of roles

This mind deludes itself
‘I’ do things all ‘by myself’

An infinitesimal yet important bubble
In the chain of Existence
A dancer in a troupe

The dancer is important
The dance too

Yet bubbles too

In the Ocean of Existence
One ‘dies’ as another is ‘born’

Even united as One