Thought
Why is it we disagree?
Because we live not under tree
Had we daily sat in shade
Great mistake would not be made
Dwelling there a rough skinned one
That grips to twig, extends its tongue
Changes skin to background screen
So it can blend and not be seen
Unknowing one says it is blue
Another says that it’s untrue
Every witness oath will swear
Different colour sitting there
Sometimes changing colours eyed
Or invisible colourless, skin undyed
When changing nature understood
Chameleon’s play is for the good
If they would listen carefully
To one who lives there under tree
They would not ever enter fight
He would declare that all are right
Prayer
O Lord, my ego asserts that its culture, language and status is best. Please remove this mean heartedness from me. Colour my eyes with you in all these forms, some revealed and some hidden and the formless too. Wherever I look, whatever I hear, let me only see and hear Thee.
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