By Ritu Meena
In the dance of life, who are you, my friend?
Beyond thoughts and feelings, where does your essence blend?
Not just mind, body, or the past that you’ve known,
You’re the awareness, the seeds of wisdom sown.
Can you alter the past with a touch or a glance?
No, it’s a teacher, not a forever circumstance.
The past, a sculptor, molds you with its art,
Shaping your present, a masterpiece from the start.
Sufferings don’t define you, don’t wear them like a cloak,
You’re the observer, beyond every joy and every stroke.
In this moment, who are you? Past, present, or to-be?
You’re everything and nothing, boundless and free.
A creator of your now, weaving life’s sweet song,
Present in this moment, where you truly belong.
“I am you, and you are I,” whispers the divine,
In the cosmic dance of existence, a union, so fine.
By Ritu Meena
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