Eternity (poem)

You might have seen the photograph In the newspaper, You know, the one where the geologist Is standing on a boulder Which he casually estimates is More than one billion years old.

It probably didn't bother you, I bet you just kept eating Your breakfast And went to work as usual But for some strange reason I just can't seem to let it go.

I mull it over and over until My head spins and my mind reels, A thousand million years... Why, some people claim I'm over the hill And I'm barely pushing fifty! My life seems so inconsequential, No more than a forgotten blink In the Eye of the Supreme.

Feeling helplessly crushed by Time I decide to meditate. A soft serenity descends And gradually my spirit ascends Floating high above all thought Of nimble geologists and oblivion.

To my heart's utmost joy That is when it happens – I hear my Master's loving Voice Whisper within: My child, fear not. Take My Hand and I will show you the Real in you, The real You which is ageless, Birthless and deathless, Eternal.

Ashrita (New York)