Now my Zindagi is Bandigi

Poem:

Now my life (zindagi) is just devotion (bandigi) to the inner sunrise which I wait for and is not time sensitive. If you waited outside for the outer sunrise would that be an analogy? At least a part of my life is divine, too bad more of it isn’t - maybe I can do more Simran sessions during the day, maybe like every hour on the hour like a koko clock. Life in other than meditation seems like a draught. While in inner contemplation it rains a lot. A Man’s Life is a conundrum, he prefers to have thirty wives but it takes 30 days to make a drop, so in actual fact he only needs one wife once a month? Seems he gets everything backwards. Can one be bandigi and laobali (carefree) like Shams? A Poem of David Smith March 4, 2019 Poem 43, LLM