Our Thoughts Suspect

Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire All ego borne cravings, lead to lament Desires precede thought, which we then project Seeming reality, we ourself sire Dream sequence, which best by nonchalance met Our thoughts suspect, if rooted in desire Our dream ends when the dreamed object retires On severing with attachments, it’s pact Pure presence consigns ego to the pyre Swirled in the storm, monk alone stands erect Aligned with conscience, life play is perfect Hollowed out form seeks nothing to acquire Thus immune from karmic cause and effect Oh hermit! Let love set our heart afire Crafty ego draws us into its lair Hypnotic illusions we take as fact Pursuit of mirage, for which we aspire All ego borne cravings, lead to lament By free will, we grant lower mind consent Dwelling therein, repenting at leisure Silence and stillness ensures our ascent Reclaiming freedom; our soul not for hire Our thoughts suspect 06-January-2021