Precipice to a fall

What’s up, Deepu?

Are you done?

I was tempted to say yes, and I almost did.

But then I asked myself, “Where’s your grit”?

Not liking the question, I barked back, “Oh shut up, will you, and then realised I was only contradicting myself.

So now, “ An aspiration rose at the helm of desperation.

And that aspiration, kicked me out, out of that damp lowly feeling,

The helpless and the hapless, all disappear seamlessly,

Into the bottom of a stupendous ocean.

Was it only for now? Or was it for all nows?

Can you please tell me just now?

And that was when the great break occurred.

It was a breakthrough, one that went through,

Amid, storm and calm, fire and ice,

Touching the soul even when it was on the precipice,

On the verge, of a fall, it asked me to let go and just be.

Will I listen or will I cling to a sturdy branch?

Well, you guessed right? Yes, you did.

For I let go for once, keeping all logic behind.

And as I fell, I rose into the lightheartedness of the soul.

Yes, I was out of the hole and into the whole,

Where it was all there together,

The accolades and none,

Joy and sorrow,

Calm and turmoil,

All together following each other, in a circular motion.

Here, there was no difference between your perception and reality.

The perceiver and the perceived are one.

And that was when my desperation turned into aspiration, for as I let go,

I saw the blue sky and beyond.

I had gone beyond nature and mankind,

 Pleasure, Glory, Grief & anxiety, were mere words, of the past,

They wouldn’t exist in the now or the morrow.

Nature smiled, in surrender,

For it knew it, didn’t win this one.