Written to reflect the writings and philosophy
of Deepack Chopra, which I have long endorsed.....
Small
withering spores of an ageing subsistence
quickly grow rank, and smell
with decay
But colours of splendour choose to resist
thinking old,
they smoulder in permanent rays
Of juvenile wonderment,
not just alive
but vibrantly so, webs of fine ether
Hold them
suspended in time,
reliable
dynamic force runs right through,
aims lethal
Darts at anything other than youthful
aptitude
for energy's hold on mindful
Delight,
because everything built upon truth,
being ageless,
looks brand new all the time.
Tinted
with unseen universal love
Happiness
aids old outlooks recover.
This is a meditation I am sure Deepak would treasure. The words can't block the light shining here. You are a wonderful writer.