Friday 10 July 2009

KNOT UNTIED

Scorch latent ancient habits for soul's dear sake,
Like iron melts in a red hot ball of fire;
Ego when questing for Self, dies on the pyre.
Freedom has no sense of 'doer' left to fake,
Once more to tread life's weary wheel. Awake!
In Self, no darkening shadow can arise,
No doubt disturbs the deep, nor sleep surprise;
For nought but Self's at play on a sunlit lake.

For such a one, sad fate now disappears,
For he within the Sun, has no more fears.
'I am that I am', lives within his Being,
The lake widening, serene state supeme
Is boundless; he's found the knot's undoing.
He rests at peace beyond life's troubled dream.

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