Born in delusion,
bewildered with confusion,
always in illusion,
a broken record,
skips a beat
and echos in the chambers of my mind:
‘I am the doer, I am the master,
I deserve this, I deserve that!’
Pathetic condition, indeed!
The story goes on…
‘I am the greatest,
I am the smartest!’
slowly poisoning the heart,
constantly forgetting,
that it was all a Gift from the start.
This body, that mind, that voice,
these thoughts, these stories, these qualities,
all a Gift from the Divine.
Nothing is deserved,
neither gained,
nor achieved.
All is the Gift,
the Gift of mercy,
the Gift of Grace!
‘I am not the doer.
I am the vessel- the instrument of Grace!’
Let us be sincere,
let us be humble,
let us be the giver of Your matchless Gift,
let us always decorate the hearts of others,
with your loving playful Names!