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EGOECHTEMY

 

The laser beam of finely honed attention

Dives inward, with breath and thought 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 dreams, so ill.

The pear Fisher finds nothing on the floor

Of his deep interior ocean bed, no more;

Then one time, his mind drops in his heart,

He finds his 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.

 

Alan Jacobs