In illusion my thoughts abide
If from my True Self I do hide.
And all the things I've ever tried
Have never really satisfied.
I want to know why I was made
And why do good things always fade?
How far from Truth's path have I strayed
And to What have I often prayed?
What lessons have I still not faced?
On what thoughts are my sorrows based?
To what end do I make such haste?
Why on this earth have I been placed?
Truth always has the brightest rays
But ego shades with dreamy haze.
I want to make it through life's maze.
What is it that sees all the ways?
The answer must be something more
Than anything I've known before.
How do I open up that door
Between the silence and the roar?
Be still and see that all things clear.
All that I think is what I fear.
Each present moment is so dear.
I love what Life teaches me here.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
In illusion my thoughts abide
If from my True Self I do hide.
And all the things I've ever tried
Have never really satisfied.
I want to know why I was made
And why do good things always fade?
How far from Truth's path have I strayed
And to What have I often prayed?
What lessons have I still not faced?
On what thoughts are my sorrows based?
To what end do I make such haste?
Why on this earth have I been placed?
Truth always has the brightest rays
But ego shades with dreamy haze.
I want to make it through life's maze.
What is it that sees all the ways?
The answer must be something more
Than anything I've known before.
How do I open up that door
Between the silence and the roar?
Be still and see that all things clear.
All that I think is what I fear.
Each present moment is so dear.
I love what Life teaches me here.