Arthur Osborne - The World

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The World

 

The world's an extension of you -

Nothing outside.

Let what will betide;

Only ensue

The inner self of you,

For this is true.

 

For a day you wear

The garb of earth and air,

Knowledge confined

To mortal mind:

Only a spell to break,

A dream from which to wake.

 

So long it lasts,

Don't think you originate

The play of fate

Its shadows casts.

Be a glass polished bright

To reflect the Light.

 

But Hui Neng said

There is no glass.

Let the ego-self be dead,

This will come to pass.

Then all fate's teeth are drawn

In that glad dawn.

 

Be Still, It the Wind That Sings

Arthur Osborne