Thought
If Ego told it’s tale of how it came to be
Playing wavy game with others in the sea
This unfolding story it might relate
Of its origins, life and timely fate
In the beginning pure Consciousness I
Vast, without limit like formless sky
As ocean infinite, profoundly deep
Pure Bliss was I, like peaceful sleep
Then small wave arose and curled
For camp, as functions unfurled
“I am camp manager”, it declared
Pride swelled in it and plans prepared
It felt separate and made a pretence
For none to prevail and break its defence
Respect was lost, compassion denied
Its urge to live was fuelled by pride
If Ego told it’s tale of how it came to be
Frolicking in the foam of a wavy sea
In truth declares wave is One and Divine
Many waves will arise 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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