Thought
On this day the earth will turn,
Rain will fall and fires burn.
Some will read inspiring books,
Others attending to their looks.
Like pots of water filled to brim
In each a sun appears therein
Are there many or one sun?
As we eliminate one by one
Body, earth, fire air and rain,
Reflections of the mind ordain.
In pots reflections don’t contain
The shining one that will remain.
Neither coming I nor going
Neither living am I nor dying
Losing myself uttering name
No past or future for to aim.
Neither inert bowl nor platter
Nor man or woman to flatter
Both fish, net, and catcher I
I am the ticking time gone by.
Prayer
Let Thy name be ever on my lips and Thy presence always here. Thou art that which lights the sun, and no other is there. Thou appear as space and time, objects and movements, name, and form; but when you stand alone, none is there but thee. Aye, none is there but I.
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