Thought
What is world - why does it turn?
Is it old schoolhouse to learn?
Where strictly lessons are taught
In arduous classes life has brought
Dour pronouncements are given
By clergy from a hellfire driven
Seeing world as punishment
Corrected by our school placement
What if world is a circus ring?
Where we clowns go tumbling
But why do we behave as such?
Because we love to tumble much
When we get tired we will quit
When we have had enough of it
Then frivolity we have no need
As wind blows on the tumble weed
So let me clap my hands with glee
For God and home and country
This entertaining cloudy realm
Has steady hand at vessel’s helm
(Ref: Swami Vivekananda conversing with Miss Bell)
Prayer
O Lord grant that I may awake feeling that thou art the real and all else is play. Grant that I may turn my distracted attention to thee away from thy shiny shadows of this world.
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