The Living Past

a poem by

Philosopher Krish

The sweet memories
that cling to the soul
in the apparent darkness we were
our soul were white
mind clear dark
in the dark we freely stepped
no ego nor anger
but in the bosom of bliss
the Self very pure
mates so many
the creator’s new machines
in full zeal we were
no doubts to be cured
for the heart so pure
no vices we had
nor intelligence we shared
oh! a bright night we passed.
A Legend.