Awaking From Stupor

Money and mundane mammon have been our constant comfort. Elegance and embellishments have been our companions. Towards luxuries was the focus of all our efforts. As though atheists, do we care for saintly opinions? Attachment is clutching us in its crude crocodile hold. Though, in truth, like parrot emeralds, aren’t we in gold cages? We want to sing aloud and fly around, but we’re controlled. It seems as though our enslavement will last for endless ages. Shouldn’t our souls gain freedom and attain eternal bliss? Shouldn’t our beings integrate with the Supreme Being? Contemplation and good deeds could we, hence, afford to miss? Could our eyes ever sleep without his hope guaranteeing? From unconsciousness to consciousness, our souls should advance. Isn’t our existence here on earth a mere transhumance?