A TRUE YOGI
M. G. Narasimha
Murthy
Like a lotus leaf in a limpid stream,
Unattached to the world, the yogi dwells.
Yet, every moment, through senses keen,
Alert, awake and serene,
Life’s beauty and grace he perceives.
With nature’s inexorable laws in tune
And aware of life’s impermanence,
Alone and aloof amidst drifting crowds,
Unmindful of fortune’s frown or smile,
With fruits of action unconcerned,
Plays his role; spreads joy and peace.
Lure of pelf, power or fame
Scarcely affects his mental frame.
Love of ease and material gains –
Chains invisible - he disdains.
Desires sinful and passions lewd
Tempt him not, nor his emotions sway.
Stands rocklike in life’s swirling stream,
Turns inward, with his senses reined;
Beholds the boundless universe
And the springs of life within.
In moments of rare intuition
That transcends human reasoning -
A mystic, ineffable communion –
When the light to spiritual awakening
Flashes through concealing veils
Of physical, subliminal existence –
Passes from the corporeal to the ethereal
And with the Cosmic Spirit blends.