On The Path Of Truth Comments

The rain that drenched me with thunderbolts Was a knock on the door of my house. Very well crafted, dear poet. Thanks. anjandev roy.

Eyes can see only what is outside..They can not see themselves.. You are my Eye my dear God, My Master....You are Light also....Love....🌹

Eyes can see only what is outside..They can not see themselves.. You are my Eye my dear God, My Master....You are Light also....Love....

Beyond the mind is the door with no portal To enter beautifully poemised see without the thee and though this is distinctly beautiful poetry WE learn from each other don't we

To be locked up in a doorless home of love and to wait for a knock to open it is portrayed as meaningless since the superficial bondage of knowledge restricts absolute knowledge of love

The superficial bondage of knowledge left no Empty space to grow to certainty. The door is the home and the knocker, the quest or the finding.......... lovely poem of intrinsic thinking.. tony

This is indeed a nice piece of poetry which I think is devoted to Zen thought. Thanks for sharing. I was homeless inside the home. Nothing to find is the point to have it, Beyond the mind is the door with no portal

I was homeless inside the home. Brilliantly written dear poet

I was homeless inside the home. Brilliantly written dear poet