Poem--The Journey

The journey of life that man leads through is a journey of unceasing interrogation on his part. To all the question that arise in his mind about his fortunes and his conditions, he looks outwards for the answers. He blames the people around him when he is unsatisfied and angry. He feels that the entire cosmos is hell bent to destroy him. But when he turns his attention inwards, he recognizes that he himself is the root of all his problems and all his queries. Through sheer impersonal introspection he finally gets the answers to his questions and he is resultantly satisfied to a point that the questions cease to exist permanently. This is the underlying principle of meditation that every aspiring devotee must pursue.. Impersonal Introspection.

The Journey
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The Roads go on and on,
unknown to me, many goals they spawn,
This journey if I take will have no end,
Where would I rest to ease my pain?

The questions unanswered will remain so,
The goals, worthless, they shall be,
The roads now lead nowhere no more,
all the answers I shall find in me.

My journey is at an end,
as the questions cease to exist,
in myself I found all the answers,
In myself, the road now ends.

Answered now were, my questions of yore.
I had to search for them in myself,
The roads taught me nothing more,
Just that as it began, the journey ends in myself.

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Ajinkya Mate