The Soul Whisperer

I am a delirious mystic
Keep betting
with the Big guy in sky
Keep losing
the shadow garment to light.

I suffer
When I win
I smile
When I lose.

I lose most of the time,
When I put my hand in my pocket
Strangely I always find
A stone, or a seed,
a marble or a leaf.

How could it be
When I am most vulnerable,
I am the happiest winners
And
When I think I figured out
the perfect bet,
weeping
bright my day
Tears wrinkle my face.

What will I do next,
Nothing is left
To bet on.

A chant begins…

GATE GATE PARA GATE PARASAM GATE BODHI SVAHA!*



Serena Devi
May 2020
Istanbul/ Turkey


*Going, going, going on beyond, always going on beyond, always becoming Buddha.