Peace

Oh Heavens, receive thy son.

His earthly chores are done, undone, redone.

Too many aspirations- some fulfilled and some not.

Of all of them, now remains none.

Running around in circles,

He has spent his life and

Now he is near its end.

He has learnt that life is an empty race

To keep up pace

With all that is never to last.

Life creates fools of people,

Tyrants, and slaves, and heroes alike-

Who believe more in the self

Than the mighty Self of all.

He has realized this simple fact

But still remains a fool.

Because his realization is not strong enough

To make him quit the race with grace.

Do him a favour, Lord.

Deliver him from the agony.

Teach him not any more worldly ideas.

But make him one with thee.

With thee he shall lie in peace

And nevermore shall he run.

As in thee will he find himself

And all that he was running for.

In thee he will see the Truth-

That truth which is complete and pure.

So content will he feel

That he will search for nothing anymore.