Insight - III

PART - III

Can you understand those weepy tales
unless you sit by heart's lonely vales.
When a child has no friends to play with him
do fairies invite him, to a land of dreams.

A soul who kneels down to pray
whose graceful god smiles everyday.
A soul who sleeps with a sigh
fear not, providence hand is nigh.

He who cries and asks for peace
who will show him where it is.
The wonders of the day basks in light
But the wise learns as much from the sulky nights.

With every question he who asks
Nature's mystries to unmask
As a sage seated on a mountain peak
Emaciated and appeared weak.

Waiting for wisdom to hear her speak
And would wisdom speak for he was meek.
or everyday would he learn some more
a little more than the day before.

How shines the sun in the rain
how the soul mixes joy and pain
Would white light arch in Hope's seven glow
like wonderful rainbows set in a row.

The soul fulfilled, the mind enlit
thus, freedom found in his spirit.
As an eagle flown in the spacious sky
to understand what eternal imply.

For life had death , and death had life
and he saw them not, which way they went.
For death and life, togather remade
the withered grass, to exist and fade.

The cup of wisdom was too strong to sip
so a handful of songs passed his lips.
The crimson floats from morn to evening
revealed beauty's faint end and begining.

Does the spirit of the sky have indifferent tides
for passion and peace to gently abide
Did the sage trace where quiet laughter is
when he found he was a temple of peace.

NB: i don't know what to write in the next part, yet i feel that this poem does'nt end here!