The Chariot Speaks

 



The Chariot Speaks

I stand upon the battlefield, where destiny and duty meet, A silent witness to the words that Krishna softly speak. My wheels are turning with each verse, my frame absorbs the light, As wisdom flows like ancient rivers, through the stillness of the day.
I hear of duty, of action, of paths that lead to peace and fulfillment Of letting go of earthly fruits, of finding inner release. My wooden frame, though silent, feels the weight of every word, As Krishna’s voice, like gentle rain, upon my being is heard.
I see the horses, senses tamed, their strength now turned to grace, Guided by the charioteer, through this sacred, hallowed space. I understand the balance, the harmony of life, Where every action, every thought, is filled with inner strife.
I hear of karma yoga, the path of selfless deeds, Of devotion and surrender, in the heart’s deep, quiet needs. I feel the balance, the harmony, the truth that Krishna shares, A call to rise above, to find the light, to end all cares.
I hear of the eternal soul, imperishable, bright, Beyond the reach of death, in timeless, endless flight. I hear of the three paths: action, knowledge, love, Each leading to the same goal, like rivers to the sea above.
I hear of the mind’s mastery, the senses’ gentle rein, Of finding peace within, where joy and sorrow wane. I hear of the divine play, the dance of Maya’s veil, And how to see through illusions, to find the truth that never fails.
I hear of the equanimity, the calmness of the sage, Who finds no difference between pleasure and rage. The one who stands unshaken, in victory or loss, In Krishna’s wisdom, I find my peace, in this moment, I abide.
I hear of the devotion, the path of loving grace, Where every action, every breath, is offered to the divine place. The one who loves with all their heart, in every thought and deed, Finds the eternal in the fleeting, the infinite in the finite, the unchanging in the fleeting.
I stand as more than wood and wheel, a vessel of the soul, Carrying the weight of destiny, making myself whole. I hear the teachings, feel the truth, in every word that flows, A journey of the spirit, where the heart and mind compose.
So let me roll, on paths of light, guided by the divine, For in this sacred journey, I find my true design. I am the chariot, the vessel, the path, the guide, In Krishna’s wisdom, I find my peace, in this moment, I abide.

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