Wednesday, November 21, 2012

A'musing' Master Confused Disciple III - The Master's Twin Brother


[It has been quite some time since I published any poem. But there was a dearth of thought, and inspiration. I was in some frustration recently and then I pondered about the principle of duality. I thought about the existence of Yin and Yang, and where the evil actually is. These are my thoughts on this matter, and my introspection on the message that is present. The bold is to highlight the master's sayings, so that it is easier to follow. It's a complicated theme, but I feel atleast some of you read may understand it or others can just enjoy it.   
 This is a continuation of my Amusing Master and Confused Disciple series, where the Master remains nameless so as to be universal in appeal, and the disciple represents anyone of us, in fact everyone of us. ]


Present I was in the Master's presence,
On a usual day of unusual happenings.
As I feel the comfort of the monotone,
Something strange definitely happens around.

'A news to share with all', He said.
My twin brother is coming to visit...
Confused we waited, and looked upon the horizon...
A person completely like and unlike the master entered.

Still wasting time with losers I see, he commented
Oh brother you haven't changed, the Master lamented.
A refreshment I demand, he asked
A refreshing message I offer instead, the Master replied...

The world does not require words that fade away,
A word can make a world of difference...
What difference can you make with a few words...
A few sparks can ignite bales of cotton...

Enough brother, I have not come for wisdom...I have come to reason
Leave this world as it be, for it will never change... Go and redeem yourself,
That I cannot do brother, for though they never follow my words,
They pretend to hear, tend to remember, and maybe end up following them...

That little glimmer of hope is enough to sustain my efforts,
Oh That's is it, I go back and with that the Master's brother disappeared....
We wondered if it is an illusion, or a fading dream...
The Master smiled and turned, so you have met my brother 'Waster'... And retired for the day...

The incident puzzled me, yet the enigma enthralled me...
A brother so same in form and yet so different in character...
As I ponder upon the name of the brother, 'Waster' suddenly it struck...
Just like flip of letter 'M' and 'W' in name, the flip in thought drives them worlds apart...

One is a symbol of optimism, The other a black hole of pessimism
One a beacon of hope, the other a symbol of desperation...
Both exist - the Master and Waster... who balance out the world...
Whom do we wish to follow, it is entirely upto us...

The Master and Waster, both exist within us... A battle rages all the time...
The One who masters the waster, emerges the true Master of Self...
Such profound message in a simple play of names... But what if the incident was itself an illusion?
I smile and comfort myself thinking... the incident may or may not be real... But the Message is real

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