The small, small self
The small, small self
Mind is the culprit, said my Lord,
luring the self, through thoughts,
away from the holy, momentary Real
into a realm of its own making;
providing an illusory continuity,
vacillating between fantasy of future
and the illusion of memory,
only lightly touching upon the Now
as we chase our desires; run from our fears;
conjure ourselves up a world
where we are the center, the purpose,
the sovereign and goal; where even God
(if we care to imagine One)
we have tamed to follow our bidding.
O child of God, how brief, lonely and futile
is the small, small self.
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