Being The Self

Poem By Bhaswat Chakraborty

From the stay of the Being
Emanates the river of the Self
A river that runs through the hearts
A river that runs through the faiths

From the stay of the Self
Emanates the stream of awareness
An awareness of the One
An awareness of everything
Appearing in the One

Of journey and destination
Being is the home
Of roads and the abodes
The Self is the Name
Name of the Being that stays
Stays till eternity
Stays That reality

Look at the river of life
It is the Being itself
The cause and the caused
The love and the beloved

In the stay of the Being
It is you, you …and only you

Comments about Being The Self

From the stay of the Being Emanates the river of the Self A river that runs through the hearts A river that runs through the faiths the emanation of faith is more important thananything else in this world.You love THY and through him u preach or learn the lessage of love and tolerence and this essence is totally missing today....i love the poem....10 read mine individual......what i seel...i am disgrace
Again, another great work. you did perfect on expressing your feelings. laurel
Of journey and destination Being is the home Of roads and the abodes The Self is the Name and knowing the true self is the game.... amzing write.10 plus.... read my poem called HOLD A MIRROR.
it thought it was me then I awoke and realised I am you... tis true
your depth is stunning!


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