My Day (Poem)

    My Day
    A lonely Buzzard sits
    upon a tree at my window.
    He looks at me with interest
    seems disappointed that I am
    a bit too Alive. He wants me
    or someone or something to die.
    But he looks like an icon
    of Patience. The limits of His Patience is the
    length of lease of life that
    we have. I say to him
    I shall not keep you in waiting
    forever nor will it be too soon

    You shall have your Day
    But, This is my Day

    – Sadhguru

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