Oh Successful-s
Oh successful of the land
What do you ask on to this time that holds all knowledge?
What do you ask on to this existence that reflects yourself back at you like a mirror?
Do you ask how successful you have been in gathering this dead weight of wealth around your conscience?
Or do you ask how does your love compare to the sun in giving warmth to the coldest corners of life?
How do you spend this time-treasure that is bestowed on to you?
Do you spend it waiting around to count the tongues that utter your name in praise? And is that waiting your pleasure?
Or do you move around unconditionally with love — the light that dissolves all that it shines on — that shows everything is nameless and formless from within?
What do you weigh and measure so carefully , drawn by the smell of profit and fear of loss?
Do you weigh the hours stuffed with laughter against those drenched in tears and read the tilt of the scale therefore to pass a verdict of success and failure onto your life?
Or do you exercise your conscious muscles with same intensity in laughters and tears, so you get a tight grip on love?
For love comes wrapped in happiness from one side and sadness from other.
Attempt to peel out either and you’ll spill your own blood.
And love with your pain flows away from this space ‘here’ and this time ‘now’.
So you success-fools in nature of things: do you run in fear of death so that you may protect a drop of life you think you have?
For success is a drop.
And failure you so deliberately avoid is an ocean.
The ocean where I drown myself and live every moment as love.
I am that drop that dropped into the ocean and since has forgotten how to be a drop, since has become the ocean, since has become the existence.
