Myself, the eternal muser...

I am that Eternal Muser, that unfortunate Jiva,Who suffers in that unenviable position, perceiving his deplorable position as a conditioned soul;Who has been shown by those Exalted Devotees, the Path to be free of shackles but,Who lacks the courage and integrity to walk that Path;Who has eaten of that holy Prasadam, but failed to imbibe its Goodness;Who has partaken of that Bliss of Sankirtan, but has failed to assimilate its Glory;Who has heard of that Dark Complexioned One, and is called by Him time and again, only to ignore His call;Who intoxicated and bound by the charms of that Queen of Illusion, is condemned by the very hypocrisy on which he thrives, to eternal damnation and suffering;Who watches, an impotent bystander, as that golden sand of Bhakti, slips between his weak, irresolute fist, to be lost forever more.And thus, I muse, my exalted Friends, and will continue to muse, eternally so……
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  • Wow i loved this poem.......oh such feeling i have never felt.....there is lot of feeling.....Excellent!!!!!
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