Clutches of Maya

 In the clutches of Maya, in the clutches of this world,

They say Zen must be found through the world itself.

The world is Mahamaya- Mother Herself-

Yet to behold the Mother,

One must shred the very clutches of Maya.

To move through the world, yet not be worldly, 

To swim against the current, to swim harder…

And then, at times, it feels like drowning.

The mind either succumbs,

Or folds its hands in prayer,

And rises again to the surface.

Again, one begins to swim.

The play goes on..

Prayer rising, dipping, rising again.

The game must end.

One must go beyond,

Feel for all,

Understand the truth

Yet fulfil every duty with love,

Dissolve all karmas  stored deep within the sushumna,

And pray for all-

Even while being hanged by the world.

Such is the path, such is the idea.

The hope, they say,

Is that everyone is blessed by the Mother Herself

To rise, to move upward

To swim against,

Yet still…

To enjoy life.