MAGICAL MAYA

Brahman makes Maya in endless profusion,

He juggles atoms in a vast creative surge,

In full flood of His energetic vital urge,

If misunderstood 'That' leads to confusion.

He designs a dramatic dream of life,

For each individual immortal soul,

So one day he or she becomes free and whole,

Restored to Real Selfhood, abundantly rife.



Gaze in the glass and greet one's reflection,

That head on a body is not the true me.

We've made a most disastrous deduction,

We're the Self, not the grinning face that we see.

So pay full tribute to Brahman's great skill,

All's for one's ultimate good, and not for one's ill.