Dynamic Sir,
Today, the 29th of September, 2000,
is a day dedicated to you as thirty-five verses poured down on me!
Writing them down was the "ecstasy" and my worry about whether you will leaf through them or not was the "agony."
Thus, this can be named:

23. AGONY AND ECSTASY

1) You are the life energy coursing through this mortal coil,
Despite and in spite of the meditation and toil.
When will you peak this simmer to a boil?
Release me before I become earth and soil!

2) Your true nature no human can assess,
The “Natural” with no permanent address.
Our inner turmoil, you graciously redress,
All visitors, you choicelessly bless!

3) You are the suzerain of our inner domain.
As you enter, nothing else shall remain.
You free us, snapping every bonding chain.
Do cleanse us, leaving behind nary a stain!

4) You said, "Is all this not a dream?"
Hence, at the top of my voice I scream,
When will I get to see the real light "beam?"
You will comfortably sit, savoring triple cream!

5) Man's a bundle of belief, you say.
But what a heavy price we continually pay!
Cries of anguish from all mortals in the fray,
We are "les miserables" and you are the quay!

6) Doubting Thomases reel through hell,
Belief is heaven if doubt leaves us pell-mell,
When Father Time rings the closing bell,
We depart, leaving behind an empty shell!

7) You are the destroyer out to cull,
The "useless guys" you nonchalantly null,
Without you the scene is dead and dull,
Din a little wisdom into this empty skull!