Home--Coming

Home-coming Self is so close The real self How far have I walked away Miles and miles Chasing its many mirages On oh how many different ways. Meditation is a journey back Step by step Down the tortuous paths Through the thick undergrowth Picking careful way. Self is so deep The real self How shallow have been my ways Waves on waves Holding how full a sway. Praying is a plunging in Stroke by stroke. Absorbed in its sound Released for the moment From the pseudo self-- Its web of visuals— Vibrating down to the very base From where all energy flows And if He wills A link with your Master!!! Self is sans thought The real self It is pure passion's play,