Hooked (Poem)

    Scent of a flower
    Coolness of a breezy whiff
    The celestial splendor of the
    Night. Relentless beat of the
    Heart and gentle movement
    of Breath. All these seemingly
    innocuous happenings make
    Me a living, throbbing, intense
    life. This Brilliant mix of
    innocuous and the Incredible
    can only be an outcome
    of a Mindless, unthinking
    Intelligence of the Beyond.
    That made me a slave
    in my own life. A life
    without persona, a life
    bereft of its own longings
    A life that is conquered
    by the Infinite will
    The cool fire of this eternal mill
    burns me not but leaves me
    Blissed out and Hooked

    Love & Grace
    – Sadhguru

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