My mind — not mine, but Yours to own,
Enticed by the Guru, the seed is sown.
The Enticer calls with a glance so bright,
And “I” am struck by His wondrous Light.
I slept through the dark night, lost in the shade,
Dreaming of shadows my ego made.
But one drop of His boundless Grace,
Awoke my soul in Love’s embrace.
Through two eyes of flesh, the screen is seen,
A fleeting play, a passing dream.
Yet behind each flicker, each fleeting flame,
Burns the Fire of You, forever the same.
This Flame is the pulse in every breath,
The force in birth, the silence in death.
The same Fire lives in the dust and the star,
It tells us who we truly are.
So awaken, O soul, from illusion’s night,
Merge with the Flame, dissolve in the Light.
For all are sparks from the same One Sun,
The Play is many, the Source is One.
