While you go buzzing here and there,
God knows where,
Stop for a while to rest,
Do not be a pest!
All this frantic running,
With one for the other gunning,
Will you nowhere land,
Life will slip through like quick sand!
While you crazily to nowhere run,
The beauty of life you shun,
And the art of doing nothing you lose,
That is how you cook your own goose!
In the womb of nothingness lies the essence,
There resides the Primal Cause and Presence!
Arun Bhagat
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Well said sir. We have become so used to being in action at all times that we can’t imagine our lives without it. It is high time we realised that so much needs to be felt and discovered in the state of inaction
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