my dreams are nothing but I,
my thoughts are nothing but I,
they are not about wealth;
not even about self.
unable to understand people who can always think
here,
I work get tired and then, I think
I sin and cry then, I think
I lie and then, I think
am slapped of and, I think
able to understand role I have been given a bit
I feel tied and then, I think
I love and hate, I think
I care and wonder and then, I think
I aspire and then, I think
doors keep opening and closing on my face,
I get frustrated and, I think
am furious and, I think
am broke and then, I think
am conspired to doom, I think
chanting mantras all day, I can't think
wandering far and wide, I can't think
no worldly chores, I can't think
no finger on my face, I can't think
I know my body is not me
still it's my abode for a while
a drop of water falls from the sky....
on leaves, it is one of many
in ocean, it is lost
on face, whipped off
on sand dunes, it holds a bit
where are you my dear??
where am I?
everything happens for the balancing
with your mind you choose
be condemned, be praised
you pay heed, thence you loose
attachments detachments will tear you apart
you have a Heart
you have a Heart
filled with frailties
bewildered with reality
one day we all will be gone
to take weightless form
gracious death will catch us all
to take us wherever we want.
