My Master,

why is it
that when a wayward world hurls abuses at you
i have not an offensive word to return to them?
i look within and find
there is no anger
even against those who have wronged you...
only a deep compassion
for their ignorance
for they stumbled upon a priceless diamond
and threw it away
thinking it to be a stone...

indeed, this inner space i experience
untouched by the tongues of flame
this peace, this crystal clarity, this silence -
is this also not, my Master
a gift from You alone?

RAJEEVALOCHANA, HYDERABAD