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Under the Umbrella of
Me, My, Mine
Attachments hide and thrive.
Attachments reaching only to
The Body and Mind, never to
The Depths of Truth Divine.
Not just attachment to others,
Ah! But attachment even to this
Body of Mine.
Still it all implores a big Why!
Why are these self-imposed
Attachments so strong,
Specially to your own Blood-Born?
What more from them you need,
When you already are fulfilled?
Attachments of Me, My, Mine
Are not easy to leave.
A Wonder roams the mind.
Is it a hankering for Love,
Or Greed for money or sympathy,
Perhaps holding the edge of the robe of
Me, My, Mine.
Or still, just a delusive Aura,
Making it unthinkable
To let go of the notion of
Me, My, Mine from everyone’s
Made-up mind.
Under the Umbrella of
Me, My, Mine
There is lots hidden to find. |
