Moments in Memory –
Our moments of life
are stolen from
the shadow of innocence when all we knew and
saw was bliss;
when all was magic.
Nothing there was we
needed to know, nothing we needed to own,
for all belonged to
us and we belonged to all
and we were the
immortal children of God- the Master of our world.
Purity shone through
the games we played
in innocence and
fairness under the law of God.
The dice was not
loaded with loss or gain;
the consequence of
action was never a fall from grace.
All was a seamless
flow of life without end.
Later came the life
of strife.
We did our best to
laugh while we cried;
we hid our self, as we
scarred our pride.
We knew then that we
had moved away from the life in the shadow of God,
when innocence did
not call for disbelief;
winning did not call
for pride; and losing did not have the sting of defeat.
And there was love
that we knew behind all the effort that was yet to know the shades of malice.
But nothing of that
was meant to stay
And tears were a part
of their going away.
We learnt the law of
the jungle and did away with the law of God.
The masks we wore to
cover our face became the symptom of the malady we were hiding from God.
The mask swallowed
what was true.
The truth was now in
the belly of the lie, and the loss was never defined,
since the shadow of
the mask was needed to shield us from an exposure to too much of the heat of
the truth.
The mask was a thing
of use.
It was our ladder
when we aspired to reach the sky.
It was our eye
through which we saw our earth from the sky.
Time pulls us back to
the world where we belonged, the world we left—
the world of our
childhood; the world without a mask.
But the stolen
moments peek from behind the veil
and say, “We are
here, not out there in the long-lost past
which you believe you
lost when you put on the mask.
Those moments have a
smile we could never forget;
though glimpsed for a
moment from behind our hell,
they are restoration
of bliss;
those moments we
lived in the fullness of life,
the moments which tell
us, “We are not a shadow; we are the body of the truth
which lives in you.
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