Like An Eddy
August 27th, 2007 by Pete
The ego is nothing
Is no thing at all
Like an eddy in a river
It’s a swirl of consciousness
When shrunk by a spell
Of belief in a ‘me’And behind the appearance
It’s easy to see
That the eddy’s just water doing a dance
And the ego’s just boundlessness caught in a trance
So kick up your heels
And dance the good dance
But never forget to constantly glance
Back at the source from which it all springs
And rest in the stillness that silently sings
Written by Chris Irving (after doing a Headless workshop at Gurukula)
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