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Peace and Salvation in this economy

This week Atma Nirvana and I met for breakfast to discuss some of life’s complex questions. We spoke about Peace  and Salvation. As we spoke about Peace in the journey of Life we came up with what we this is a way to attain peace. We believe that to attain peace one has to eliminate the want to attain more than what we require. We also need to remove jealousy from our life. We went a step further to connect peace with salvation ( मोक्ष ).

I have written a Poem that I would like to share with you all about life in these though times.  I personally know about my salvation and open to share it in person or upon request.

MS Hollywood

Millions like me

Come to thee

With dreams and not reality

Only to broken

For thee is a harsh mistress

Please be kind to me

Don’t break me

But mold me

Away from this reality

That leads to the recession

O the good old recession

That’s causing us to lead

In a vast depression

Where do I attain peace?

Is there salvation for me?

We first cut our memberships

To the places of luxury

Gyms and parlors

Close thy doors to us

For do we eat

Or do I look good starving

Do we keep our roof?

Or look at the stars

As we cry our self to sleep

We weep on our foolish past

Now we blame it on the recession

O the good old recession

That’s causing us to lead

In a vast depression

Where do I attain peace?

Is there salvation for me?

You took our dreams

Then our vanity

What next for thee

For the assurance of health

The insurance rises.

For they are a cruel system

That increases their rate

 Based on just a date

They don’t care for our health

All they do is raise their wealth

Even in the recession

O the good old recession

That’s causing us to lead

In a vast depression

Where do I attain peace?

Is there salvation for me?


P.S. Please share with us how you think one attains salvation.

Idle

These poems are personal and describe my state of mind of being unemployed. This poem will be part of the collection called “Ballads of an unemployed Engineer”. Enjoy

I lay here alone desperate for work

Trying to find solace in my mailbox

As bills and junk letters fill my cage

sadness creeps into my fragile heart

All I seek is bread and a woman's warmth

Why deny me I ask God?

It’s the economy stupid whispers the silent God

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