Tail Wagging Dog

Any consciousness contracting thought Is ego begot Having its roots in fear & desire In the domain of transience being the ego’s lair Our mind is in a fog Because we allow the tail to wag the dog Relegating the role of mind-body to an instrument We rest in bubbling bliss in quiet contentment Bliss being the true nature of our consciousness Whilst indulgence in ephemerality ego narrowness Yet being granted free will We may choose to be either agitated or in joy still The optimal choice of attention resonation Is always the divine love vibration Exiting the habit of holding on to If instead we resistancelessly our heart pulse renew Our childlike presence flowing in the here & now continuum We are joyous & blissful devoid of egoic residuum Simply know that God is bliss Expansive with nothing amiss If we be in contraction Recognise it as ego precipitation