Thought
In the beginning pure Consciousness I
Vast and without limit like formless sky
Like the infinite ocean, profoundly deep
Pure Bliss was I, like peaceful sleep
Then little wave arose and curled
Making a camp, where functions unfurled
“I am camp manager”, it declared
Pride swelled in it and plans prepared
It felt separated and made a pretence
For none to prevail and break its defence
Respect was lost and compassion denied
Its urge to live was fuelled by pride
If Ego wave told its tale - how it came to be
To play wavy game with others in the sea
Knowing that a wave is still One and Divine
Many waves will come but the Ocean’s sublime
Prayer
O Lord, my heart swells with joy when I feel Your being and Your play; but often times I forget and think I am separated from Thee. Please grant me the grace of constant remembrance.
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