This Book is written by Arthur Osborne.
If there’s I there are others.
The ego-thought makes blind,
The ego-love smothers.
Turn then the mind
Not to ‘I do’ but ‘doing’,
Not to ‘I am’ but ‘being’.
In Consciousness all is; all things join hand
In cosmic dance, All circumstance,
Past and to come, linked in a rhythmic band,
Things flow as they will flow.
Be then the screen on which the shades are cast,
The Void wherein the rhythmic band flows past;
Be that eternity
Wherein moves destiny,