REFLECTIONS

On the boundless ocean of Self divine,
Billow bounding foam and endless froth of thought,
Muttering about mundane 'me' and 'mine',
Sensual pleasure is what mad ego sought.

But the Self of pure awareness bright,
Reflects ego's dream-like body, mind
And world; all are mirrored by its light.

That's the Truth we're bound to find,
If we simply pose the koan 'who am I'?
Persistence is needed on this sacred quest;
In time the ego topples and must surely die.

All that happens is for the very best,
The Self in all its glory is revealed,