The lie called I
Should I write anymore As this play unfolds Tossing my path between Pillar and Post I knock myself out In this endless charade Of meaningless words And life's dismay Does it end I ask End is the beginning you say What then is this Timeless and still true This life rocks on throwing me into its folds While I surface for air Of Knowledge that cannot be told I think I see the ray that exists at all instances Of this lie called I Only to ask if there is an end Nay say You Who is none other than I Confused, I go on.... Sat Chit Ananda