After a brutal day in the world the evening has slowly taken over our minds,
\nEnsconced in its myriad mysterious elements the mood seems to be transforming
\nTo a more a benign perception of existence, to a more ethereal sensibility.<\/p>\n
We do not know why we were bestowed with life \u2013 why we are here?
\nBut its experience in the world has been grim, staccato – without a theme,
\nDay in and day out our breath dances vigorously but without knowing the score.<\/p>\n
Does an evening seduce us or does it simply unfasten our distracting baggage?
\nWhy does not the day cover our pains with the balm that the evening manages to have?
\nWhy does not the day have the poetry of existence that the evening discovers?<\/p>\n
We spend too much time with the world \u2013 our best dreams and energies,
\nTill we are left with too little to irrigate the fabric of our consciousness,
\nTo nourish our cosmic connections.<\/p>\n
Illusion and reality continuously play a game with us,
\nOften making it difficult to distinguish them,
\nBut the world generally succeeds to gyrate us into its thrall.<\/p>\n
What are we so harshly struggling against without success that makes us so unhappy?
\nIt can\u2019t be living because we come programmed with that,
\nSo it must be something different from life that we are so desperately looking for.<\/p>\n
The poignancy of modern life is etched in our sleepless nights,
\nIts desolation echoes from the craters of our loneliness,
\nIts tragedy lies in the nihilistic vision of life we have evolved to.<\/p>\n
Buddha told us to snuff our cravings and kill our egos
\nTo find a lasting pain-free existence,
\nWhich the shallow world has induced in us since our births.<\/p>\n
The life as it comes from nature is tranquil and meditative,
\nBut the world in its evil wisdom charges it with greed and materialistic goals,
\nHow a cosmic flower is mutilated and suffocated is supreme crassness.<\/p>\n
Evening opens a new window in our minds:
\nWe see life as a gift given to us
\nTo absorb the beauty of the universe and spread it in the world.<\/p>\n
As the bruised feelings of the day melt into the surrender of our soul in the evening
\nTo an unbounded and a poetic state of mind,
\nWe feel beckoned to the door of liberation.<\/p>\n
Suffern, New York, 11.7.10<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After a brutal day in the world the evening has slowly taken over our minds, Ensconced in its myriad mysterious elements the mood seems to be transforming To a more…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[27],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1061","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-poems"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1061","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1061"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1061\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1061"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1061"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stagingserver3.com\/Maharaj\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1061"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}