Can 'I' be sure what 'I' wants?
Freedom, expression, and peace...what else, other than these?
Respect, recognition, power, and influence...what about these?
Pleasure, comfort, and, rule...what you think of these?
Health, Wealth, Wisdom...do you care for these?
A Sage’s way of accomplishing things is different from ordinary folks
He doesn’t desire anything, hence all his needs get fulfilled
He doesn’t boast of power and pride hence respect and recognition chases him
Since he has lost his ego, enlightenment accomplishes in whatever he does
And because he doesn’t make any effort his work is of divine order
He doesn’t care about words, hence his expression contains intense beauty.
He doesn’t fear to lose hence the love gains its power unto him
He is like a child who is mature but has not lost his curiosity and freedom
He is like the water that has no shape but takes of those with whom it is
He is aware of what he does but never determines what he does
As he knows he is not the doer
He is only the witness of the profound mystery
He doesn’t care about life or death
As he lives and dies with each breath
He thinks and feels both the pain and fear
But for him, these are just the waves coming and going in the vast ocean of awareness
He sees the imperfection in his body and mind
And hence in his thought and work
But since he doesn’t indulge with any of these
He is devoid of their happening
Why he acts is itself a mystery
For others, he is still a human
But at the core, he has transcended
Both humanism and its language
The 7.7 Billion people are just tiny dots on the vast ocean
He himself no more than any of these dots
All for him are just the straw dogs running here and there
Including his own body chasing no real purpose
He is aware of the sensations, thinking and the ego itself
Changing nothing but enjoying the intellect differentiating right from wrong
What is the meaning of right or wrong for the Self
He smiles at the questioning the ‘I’ makes expressing the ego.
He acts for no reason
He enjoys for no reason
How can there be a misery
For the one
Who has no reason for any reason
Sometimes he watches
The sensations in the body
Thoughts in the mind
Appearing and disappearing
Intellect making a decision to act
And the foolishness of the ‘I’ to
Assume it as free will
What is the free will of yours
If you have a no choice but
A choice from a pre set of menu
What can be more foolish than
Choosing from the chosen order
The world appears in him
Like a web out of spider
And then disappearing
In its own belly
He expresses his last thought of ‘I’
Beyond it what he can express
When the expression itself needs
The presence of ‘I’
- How can 'I' know what is the best thing for 'I'?
Freedom, expression, and peace...what else, other than these?
Respect, recognition, power, and influence...what about these?
Pleasure, comfort, and, rule...what you think of these?
Health, Wealth, Wisdom...do you care for these?
A Sage’s way of accomplishing things is different from ordinary folks
He doesn’t desire anything, hence all his needs get fulfilled
He doesn’t boast of power and pride hence respect and recognition chases him
Since he has lost his ego, enlightenment accomplishes in whatever he does
And because he doesn’t make any effort his work is of divine order
He doesn’t care about words, hence his expression contains intense beauty.
He doesn’t fear to lose hence the love gains its power unto him
He is like a child who is mature but has not lost his curiosity and freedom
He is like the water that has no shape but takes of those with whom it is
He is aware of what he does but never determines what he does
As he knows he is not the doer
He is only the witness of the profound mystery
He doesn’t care about life or death
As he lives and dies with each breath
He thinks and feels both the pain and fear
But for him, these are just the waves coming and going in the vast ocean of awareness
He sees the imperfection in his body and mind
And hence in his thought and work
But since he doesn’t indulge with any of these
He is devoid of their happening
Why he acts is itself a mystery
For others, he is still a human
But at the core, he has transcended
Both humanism and its language
The 7.7 Billion people are just tiny dots on the vast ocean
He himself no more than any of these dots
All for him are just the straw dogs running here and there
Including his own body chasing no real purpose
He is aware of the sensations, thinking and the ego itself
Changing nothing but enjoying the intellect differentiating right from wrong
What is the meaning of right or wrong for the Self
He smiles at the questioning the ‘I’ makes expressing the ego.
He acts for no reason
He enjoys for no reason
How can there be a misery
For the one
Who has no reason for any reason
Sometimes he watches
The sensations in the body
Thoughts in the mind
Appearing and disappearing
Intellect making a decision to act
And the foolishness of the ‘I’ to
Assume it as free will
What is the free will of yours
If you have a no choice but
A choice from a pre set of menu
What can be more foolish than
Choosing from the chosen order
The world appears in him
Like a web out of spider
And then disappearing
In its own belly
He expresses his last thought of ‘I’
Beyond it what he can express
When the expression itself needs
The presence of ‘I’