After the blizzard that was, just before Diwali, the teachers' meet, this way of life that I was used to for years before just the last one, seems so different. I used to be a TV freak, especially when it comes to festive occasions. I would rather watch TV than meet up with people outside then. Now it is slightly different. I would rather not watch TV nor meet up with outside people :-D
A few critical turns around in life,
The trust in Grace to see through,
Life unfolds...
The wicked one
One hand to feel,
One hand to hold the stick,
To feel through the world,
This man, blind of vision...
Wading through the world,
With mighty instruments two,
Thought, I did.
Until I realized,
The wicked smile of yours.
The apparent guiding lines
Nothing but binding ropes
Such an evil scheme!
Or is it the true masterpiece?
To abandon the stick,
To abandon the hand,
To simply walk,
With true vision...
For what use are they,
To see within...
Am dazed. Truly dazed. The logic which was the guiding force now is muddled.
Now I see "I don't understand. I don't know. I don't know what to do". From here where next?
When Grace descends the questions vanish. The questioner vanishes. But only for that period. After that the drama continues...
