Poetry by Sujata

It's a race
everyone trying to be somebody
trying to matter
running around
the giant wheel of life.
Ego, looking for gratification
attention
validation.

Many lives,many places
trying to find identity
the answer to 'who am I'
Out in the world
in the eyes of others.

Do you remember as a little child-
your big eyes on your small face
looked for approval
at every feat.
Nothing has changed.
Now it's just smaller eyes,a bigger face.

There are no answers out there.
Put your hand on your heart,
that's the only place for answers.
Within you.

The mirror lies-you only see the body.
It will perish
The only reflection that will remain
is the one within
the one that never grows old
the one that waits for you
till the day you are ready
to look at the mirror within.

Then everything stops
in the still pond of the soul
you dip yourself
truly find who you are
beat by beat loving who you find.

When you do
there are no questions,no answers
no place to run to.
The voice within echoes,
I am,I am,I am
I am He
He is me.
The temple
the prayer merge to be one.

You are lit.