Consolation, 3,May, 2019

The dense grove is not an exit,
It only serves as the threshold
to many a grove you'd encounter.
Here may exert a forbidding force
Accompanied by a confining condition.
But do not... No, never reconsider,
Yet abstain those laity lust.
False dreams topple down the biggest of concretes
And soften the solid structures like brittle Chinese.

An untrodden passage attracts few prowler
But yields endless nectar.
Fret not too, the shrieking succubus
Cannot set foot in the overgrown;
The slightest sight of green repels them
Such confine their nauseating narcissistic
selves far from the threshold .

Oh! Do not pick any instrument that plays
Halfway in your journey
A halfway distraction soils fully
Nor seek for them beyond the thicket
For it cuts the full journey halfway.
Seek only that feeds the heart
And not any that pleases above or below.
A traveler's companion is his will,
Foreign objects only weigh down the weary limbs.

Make heed of all that blossoms
And all that clatters.
A person with a hungry stomach
can measure the highest of mountains.
A person with a hungry mind can fathom ranges of mountains.

Do not jerk that stout stature,
A slanting slope empties the downpour.
You can ,not because you feel you can
but because you know you can.
My brother, let your companion shield
you against the fiercest beasts of temptations
And lead you beyond the groves.