Spiritual Seminary

The uncertain life is a journey to a certain death,
The journey is an admixture of bitter truth and brural lie,
Glyde with heavely wings either…
Or ,tread a treacherous path with gaping gorges.
The shades of life painted by the magic painter may differ,
Nevertheless you treasure the picture you want to .!
whatever possessions you may earn by all means,
May you leave with outstretched hands dangling empty.
How ever you measure and grab the whole earth..
May you need only six foot by three.. deep and wide.!!
The entry is celebrated and the inevitable may be mourned,
May or may not be a void among the dear ones
No one can deny or escape ,but abide nature’s law,
When you gain love being benovelant ,
Memories may bring you back when you are not there .
Watch out the breatless race to conquer the world,
Pause to pray “teach me to be slow” !
Alexander the great told in his death bed

“A Tomp now suffice him….
for whom…the whole world was not sufficient….”!!!

BRIJI.K.T