Wednesday, 30 December 2009
12:52:25 PM (GMT)
People lately call me wise
and I, as yet cannot see why!
For I put my trust in no one
or no one but Myself-
a person who I hate so much
yet trust above all else.
I in truth may do good deeds
A holy act; make kindly creeds.
And yes! I do it in pure heart,
and then betray all (and Myself)
by finding "good" reasons I could have used from the start!
What monster rationalizes Good?
Goes behind her own back, just thinking "should".
A creature taking most by night-
Not I! Fool, I thought I could fight!
So I acheived near dreamless sleep,
behind my mind Myself did creep.
Though my Yang contains some Yin
When will Myself let me in?
And stop controling from inside
when will this foul puppetry die?
No, I cannot yet be wise.
Into wisdom sneaks a Self I dispise.
Unto logic I must cling
And pray I really lose Myself wherein!
A poem by Kirti.