When the mind is mined
The stain of my brain is projected onto the “ other”
yet at heart are they not my kin, not unlike my brother?
Housed in glass and throwing stones
a personality moulded by malicious undertones.
We are so very similar thou so many faults do i find
their ocean of virtue i’m closed eyed, perpetually blind.
For my ego’s on a mantle as the world revolves around me
student of pride, vanity my P.H.D
Perceived imperfections of the “other” my Achilles heel
multilayered impurities beginning to un-peel.
Excavating introspectively and mining the mind
exhuming all life’s impediments & the reasons for being so unkind.
Not the centre of the universe, or as important as i think
the more we focus on the Supreme, the more false ego shrink.
Application of spiritual knowledge leads to untold Truth
beat and bash the sullied mind with the transcendental Boot.
Cosmically big simultaneously atomically small
He doesn’t require anything from us as He has it all.
As He descends from spiritual sky just to takes us home
Just call out His name, Amen, Hare Krsna or AUM
He is the splendour of the splendid
wisdom of the wise and on whom innumerable universes depended.
Can’t hide from Him, no matter the disguise
His divine form & face with spiritual eyes begin to recognise.