WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

WE ARE SHADOWS 
This frame of dust, this weary, temporal shell,
A heap of moments, where the shadows reside.
It holds the echoes of the earth's harsh exhale noisily,
A fragile structure, beneath a transient sky.
Bound by the world, its hunger and its pain,
A fleeting form, exposed to wind and drizzles. 

But deep within, a different realm exists,
A spark of light where the divine preside.
The mind, a temple, built of star-spun thought,
With cosmic wisdom, beautifully shaped.
It dreams in galaxies, in the heavens 
A universe of wonder, set apart.

And as the spirit, in its grace, expands,
From this worn vessel, across barren domain,
See how the blossoms, vibrant and so bold,
Push through the cracks, a story to open out.
They climb and twine, in hues of purest light,
Transforming darkness, banishing the darkness.

The body yields, a garden now in bloom,
Dispelling sorrow, conquering the grave.
Each fragrant petal, a thought made sublime,
Transcending matter, and the constraints of instance.
The earthly tether, loosens and gives way,
To celestial currents, in the light of daytime.

No longer bound by dust, by earth's decree,
The soul ascends, eternally and free.
Adorned with blossoms, of a divine design,
A goddess rising, luminous, benevolent.
A constellation, in the heavens dazzling,
Mind and form united, bathed in starlight.
A celestial body, in the cosmic dance,
A radiant being, in the soul's embrace 
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI