Thought
In the beginning pure Consciousness was I
Vast, without limit formless like sky
I was like infinite ocean, profoundly deep
Pure Bliss was I, like peace of sleep
Then little wave arose, modified and curled
Making small camp, where functions are unfurled
“I am camp manager”, it shouted and declared
Pride swelled in it, plans made and prepared
It felt separateness and made its defence
No one else can prevail and break its pretence
Respect was lost, anger arose, compassion denied
And its urge to live was fuelled by pride
If Ego wave like this did tell its tale of how it came to be
It would surely play its wavy game with others in the sea
Still knowing that a wave like this is Oneness and Divine
And that many waves will come and go but Ocean is sublime
Prayer
O Lord, my heart swells with joy when I feel Your being and Your play; but oft times I forget and think I am separated from Thee. Please grant that the grace of constant remembrance.
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