EGOECHTEMY

The laser beam of finely honed attention
Dives inward with breath and mind retention,
Searching for the source of ‘phantom me’.
It cuts through five sheaths and veils we see
Of habits, thought forms and selfish will,
Formed over many life-time's dreams, so ill.

The Pearl Fisher finds nothing on the floor
Of his deep interior ocean bed no more;
Then one time his mind drops in his heart,
He touches 'ego', and it falls apart.
Crash, crash, it topples, shakes, and then falls down.
The Granthi Knot’s been severed at its crown.
Open heart surgery has been performed,
The errant soul no longer quakes, deformed.