FOUND YOURSELF

A parallel pain walks with you 
when you split into space and time. 
You were too shy to die, to feel 
the anguish and bliss of death. 
Something inside you springs 
into a tree for a half-life. 
The search for the meaning of life 
takes roots in calamities. 

They get back at you, the paranoids 
on the horizon line, where the galaxy 
meets the paradox, the void, the fear. 
Any physical possibility generates the sparks. 
The realization takes you back in mud and grass 
outside the body to rest in peace. 
The formless listening, seeing without objects 
furthers hyperesthesia. 

You have found yourself in emptiness!

Satish Verma