The Gunas

The Gunas three twirl us around Hemmed in, all we may do is to respond In waking, dream and deep sleep states Mindful not to trauma bond Tamas or sloth, a measure of our instinct Stupor and inertia bogs us down Yet if our heart be love inked Transformed as light, we can never drown Bemused by illusions, Rajas, fire of desire Propels identity into action But dwelling in stillness, eye of each storm Feral urges gain no traction Purity of Satva is the love and light of Self A singularity wherefrom we chose to descend Thus vaporising lower mind in surrender We behold our inner being ascend The see-saw battle of mind-body and senses Manifests through the Gunas, that we may learn That if God be the sconce within our heart His flame of love and light in us will forever burn