WHO AM I, TEARS, SWEAT AND BLOOD?
I am the man rising from the
ashes of darkness,
The voice of awakening calling
from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the
thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the
wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the
beauty of nightness'.
Man is just tears, sweat and blood
I have mused through worlds
and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of
reality is the order of this
existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's
arrow is the emblem of this
habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is
life and perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and
blood.
Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its
sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods
of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to
survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for
opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and
blood
ashes of darkness,
The voice of awakening calling
from the sheath of blackness,
The mind, the soul, the idea, the
thought caught up in oneness,
The truth, the light, the love, the
wisdom of selflessness,
'Darkness is not evil, it is the
beauty of nightness'.
Man is just tears, sweat and blood
I have mused through worlds
and worlds of universes,
Flashes of injustice, illusions of
reality is the order of this
existence,
A hunter's bow, a hunter's
arrow is the emblem of this
habitation of sorrows,
'In the holding of the creator, is
life and perfection',
Man is just tears, sweat and
blood.
Toiling the evils of day,
In sweat he taste honey of its
sweetness,
Illusioned by religious dogmas,
In tears is his prayer to the gods
of his beingness,
Conned by democracy, politics,
In blood is his struggle to
survive the life race,
Pressing the flesh for
opportunities sake,
Man is just tears, sweat and
blood
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