A Poem

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WHO AM I?

 

 

For serious, earnest men and women, who find

That fortune’s blest them with a keen enquiring mind;

An awesome time may one day gracefully arrive,

That's meditational, intense, dispassionate, yearning to strive

In wonder; to ponder that mysterious most profound

Question, a human being can conceive; to confound

His seemingly impregnable yet boggling brain,

With the Koan ‘Who, truly am I?' so hard to ascertain.

 

This hurly burly world, with its flowing stream

Of continuously changing action is like a dream.

Dramatic adventures, joys and grievous sorrows,

Retire sheepishly into forgotten scenarios;

And through the patterned, wall paper hangings,

Cement and brickwork of builder’s bangings,

There's business, family, friends and social affairs,

To get on with body's preoccupations, God knows where.

 

The writhing octopus of changing relationships

In which our brief existence is embroiled, like ships

Adrift in life’s storm ridden tempestuous ocean,

Struggling to be free of the ‘I am the body notion’.

One bravely dives into the abyss, yet seeing,

One is totally adrift, just immersed in Being,

Silently communing with the great unknown,

'Till one mysterious presence finds another, all alone.

 

So we persist with the enquiry, into the source

Of demonic egotism, with all of our force.

We have great faith, that all will be well in the end,

For we're assured by Bhagavan, our immortal friend!