The 'Self' Challenging Itself

Hold me always with your hands of sensations,

Hold me always with your hands of self-pity,

Hold me always with your hands of mesmerizing pleasures,

Hold me always with your hands of dreadful fears,

If at all you want to bind me to the perpetual sorrows;

Otherwise, I am sure, if you loosen your grip even for a moment,

I can slip away into the ever-lasting freedom,

Where there is no possibility of a return to your folds;

For, I am always watching your cravings, your motives,

And your desperations to immerse me in the pool of illusions;

I am not far away from you and surely I am what you are,

With this understanding that I will derive

From the utmost attention in my passive awareness,

I can set myself free from your monstrous grip any moment;

I am not anxious nor am I desirous to cross this first step,

As I am damn sure that time is not a criterion nor a necessity,

And hence I know how to take a giant leap vertically anytime,

Away from the movement that is traditionally horizontal;

Thanks to J Krishnamurti, the unassuming World Teacher,

Who has sown the seed in me through his compassion,

That flowed out of his heart without any binding nor with a motive;

It was not his wish to sow the seeds himself in everyone,

But, the seeds with their divine energy can penetrate all our senses,

When we listen to him the way he has taught the ‘Art of Listening’.