If Thou Art What Makes Me, Me Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Listen to this plea O my soul,
Spectator mute, and witness sole,
Let no pretender score a goal,
To rein in ego's reign's thine role,
So assert thyself, come to fore
From a well hidden remote shore,
Be in touch with the now and here,
Away from the clutches of mind,
Behave not as though thou art blind,
Lift up thine self will as to steer
This ship of life safe from ego's will,
How long as witness wait ye will?
An humble prayer this, my soul,
If thou art what makes me, me,
I wonder what use this plea.
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The real face of a person is the atman. What we generally call I (self)be the ego aligned with body and mind, and the world around that we call our own. When body dies atman only survives and takes up another body. Yet, this atman is a mute witness of the machinations of ego, the pretender. Why can't it assert itself and be in charge of its own journey?
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Musings | 05.01.16 |