Thought
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Am I stout, fair, thin or tall
If I change my style of hair?
Or the fashion clothes I wear?
Will this improve an image me?
Enhance possession bodily?
I, bound by mine so limited
Haunting me in muddled head
Dogged thus by darkness clung
That thwarts real air of freedom
Try as I might to resist and shake
Ego’s stronger the more I wake
Combat, curse and chase away
Will not keep “I” shadow at bay
Boldly walk toward sun’s face
Shadow behind at leisurely pace
Free of ideas of “I” and “mine”
Free soul lives for humankind
Prayer
O! Lord! Grant that I may learn to see these shadows for what they are in the shadow world and trustingly turn my face to Thee as flowers turn their face to the sun. Let me not resist evil but look on Thee alone.
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