The Cosmic Self

The Self can't be known
Without thy own

Without thyself
Ye can't see it's edge

Thy serenity can't be seen
Through thy repeated rituals

The rituals of hollowness
The rituals of pride
The rituals of hate
The rituals of rights

Though ye purpose
But God dispose

Though ye perform
The hollow rites

But

With no delight
With no self ignite

Thy cosmic self is far,
Far from these rites

Thy cosmic self walks the death and light

Thy cosmic self generates the bodies again

Thy cosmic self kills the same body again and again

That's why the mystics smile
That's why the mystics smile

The mystics smile
Due to knowing the truth of divine
Due to feeling the call of conscience

- Vatsa, Sudhir Singh