Status Quo

Status Quo

Life hides its secrets from unripe, unseeing eyes
Like ours, dwelling in the misty dungeons of matter and mind;
We would not value its truer form, stripped of its dull disguise,
Choosing our safe and ignorant haven among the roaming blind.

Until we look within and open to a light above
And peel the crust of matter from the soul of things,
We’ll never taste the nectar-drink of universal love
Or fly to Heaven’s pastures on the spirit’s wings.

Desire holds us firmly in its dark embrace,
We who know not who we are or what we came to do,
Estranged as we have grown from the roots of Grace.

Always our true identity we misconstrue
Yet smug we feel in our lamentable plight,
Preferring a doleful prison to love’s golden hue.

– Abhinabha Tangerman.

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