Every time I feel useless
Or life is purposeless
Should think that it is an invite
To meditate, try Nirvana.
Turn inward, practise be detached,
Realize how senses are outward-oriented,
By reversing them, hollow bamboo-like,
I should put back something into life.
On inner journey
I close eyes, let go;
See inside what is at the centre:
Nothing, neti neti – the Self.
When it is really nothing, reaching there
With no effort, unmixed with thought,
I soak in bliss and compassion,
Merged into Everything Outside.
Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-religion/
