Playing with the truth

 

Like the season returns
Within the wheel of time
Life and death are reborn

Like the echo in the mountain
Mirrors back to our self
So our words and deeds resound

Unless we are really aware
Of the inner light and truth
Our sharing increases confusion

If we share without real knowledge
Our thoughts, experience, opinions
Are a contagious disease from mind to mind

If our motives are of good nature
And our deeds are a leaf in the wind
The credit goes to the street of darkness

May we fear of what we give and take
And turn our little “we” into His Will
To live divine knowledge, His sharing

Then we will understand
That nothing we can give from “ourselves”
So ultimately become His humble servant…

But sometimes we pretend to be humble
Not knowing that we cheat us, bear a mask
Just another way of the colour of mind

Seeing is believing…

DidiArtist, 16.03.2012