OTHERS-II – Poem-20 (My Life And Quest)
If there’s I there are others.
The ego-thought makes blind,
The ego-love smothers.
If there’s I there are others.
The ego-thought makes blind,
The ego-love smothers.
Why cling in vain to such a phantom self
Within the brief horizons of a dream?
An intuition of eternity?
Right—but whose? The dream’s?
What is, or what just seems?
“I think, therefore I am,” Descartes
Was shrewd enough to say;
Whereby unwittingly he showed the way
How not to be.
I only know she set my heart aflame
In youth when tempest tossed;
In youth, all bearings lost,
Her grace my anchorage, her love my aim.
Till in yourself you know
What self you are:
Nothing to make or mar,
Nothing to change or grow,
From all set free:
The world in you, not you in it to see.
The world’s an extension of you—
Nothing outside.