Befuddled
Befuddled by ego’s grand illusion,
I wonder what life is about;
Ambition, love, power, wealth, glory,
A soul trying to get out.
At times I behold the heaven on Earth,
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While others I fear the hell around,
Is peace found in our land?
The sages say to renounce the world,
And detach from the fruits we bear forth and seed;
But the attractions of life are so glamorous,
Like the urge to carry on our breed.
I could turn within,
To stay on the play of pure consciousness;
Meditate on life immortal,
Fulfilled with the spirit’s preciousness.
And so the enticement to live keeps me alive,
In this body, at this time;
Until the lure of the renunciate’s life calls me,
I’ll fulfill my worldly ties.