Essence
Transformation
On the floor of pebbles of insult,
Has grown lotus of honor.
World felt as bed of darts of insult.
Disgust for life transformed into dispassion.
Wisdom worldly if fails at a point,
Will grow into restlessness.
Seeming enjoyments haunt us all.
Sweetness of senses does not let stop.
Fun and frolic breeds devastation.
Insult becomes order when,
World seems bed of suffering.
Dispassion priceless follows.
Devastation breeds blooming flower.
Barrenness gloomy if spreads.
Either suicide or transformation ensue.
Wiser the man ,less important becomes world.
World slowly gets squeezed to zero.
Things become bland to extreme when.
Transformation starts welling up.
Brick by brick new house builds.
Where lives the new man.
Centrifugal mind which runs outside,
starts becoming
centripetal soul which turns inside.
