Dearest Mother, as well You know
often within Life’s ebb and flow
of up and down, the gunas three,
struts an ego, its called me.
Identity? ‘tis a balloon
that often plays an off-beat tune
and i caught up think it is real,
i lose the thread, Vibrations feel~
It’s then that i stupidly dance,
an awkward manic crazy prance
until I see that that’s not me,
and how i’ve been so awfully.
At times like these, ego is humbled
and the Self sees where it stumbled,
so with Your help, yes as we grow,
we’ll stumble less, as well You know.
