KNOW THYSELF
K. M. Kale
We are not confined
To this mortal frame
Nor are we puppets
In Maya’s illusive game.
Even time and space
We do transcend
For we’ve no beginning
Nor do have any end.
Being part of reality
It’s reality we seek
Like a drop of water
That the sea does seek.
Transiency is but a dream
Seen by the sleeping soul
when eternity is its nature
And eternity its goal.
All sorts of problems arise
When with body we identify
Day by day become complex
And any solution do defy.
That’s why ‘know thyself’
All wisemen have said
But to this wise saying
Little
heed we’ve paid.