The inner voice Is heard in the silence Of the soul's solace Who then speaks? Who and why is of no relevance
The inner guru's countenance None recalls What one knows Is the peace which follows; As all the battle cries Of the marching armies Of the raiders Of the mind are over!
For ,dead men's cries Are never heard, Nor their attires Battle worn and torn Are ever noticed; What is noticed Is that their black and white robes Are equally stained - blood red!
The color of life blood Spilled and now drying in the light Of a remorse filled Sad witness of an overhead Sun, who wondered, About the huge parcels of energy, Dumped and laid waste In the deserted battle field.
All the battles ceased. Only the inner voice remained About the dangers of a ravaging mind The mind - the savior Mind - the war monger Mind the one to go Weaving it's web of deceit and doom.
Peace never follows Peace reigns In all citadels And ramparts. The ever faithful accomplice And Vanguard Of the soul divine Forever blessed..
Thanks and a very good morning from distant India, ancient India and eternal India!
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