Inner Vision

Inner vision Oh men who remain Prisoners under the canopy Blue and vast: You are wriggling without Wings of wisdom: You are bereft of inner vision, As the elemental dance of The creation, Presents all a riddle, unraveled, Are you in tune with your own being? Or straying away from it? You have not quenched your thirst, Endless, may be you are all caught In a labyrinth: Whom do you search for? Ultimately: Would you reach the Destination, Or end in thin air of vacuum Time is but a poem, Life is the rhythm ringing! Do you read the poem? And listen to the rhythm of it. Dr.Minnoorsrinivasan