There is No Center

Not manifest tomorrow.
No dominion. Give me back my
blue sky. I want to fly to the moon.

What is this pain? God
sneaks a look. There was no
death. Elements go and elements come.

To be born again. Here
is my broken spine. Still I stand
There is no truth without lies.

A philosophic poem based on the belief of multiple births. Physical bodies made of elements perish and again take a shape. The Absolute, God, can be described only through worldly things which are imperfect. The concept of ‘neti, neti’ (na+ iti meaning not this, not this) which says god is other than all the mundane things is the vein of this poem. Very good.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003