Our True Self

A poem about the Atman

An empty sky full of shining stars
Dancing to the chords of silent guitars

As the Heavens shower the Earth flowers
Desire is what fuels this game of ours

A bountiful illusion so full of lustre
The strength to ignore we cannot muster

So many distractions so many diversions
Each of us limited by our finite condition

Yet although this reality is changing constantly
And appears to us as a vast multiplicity

Beyond that there is a being which never dies
A singular vision seen with billions of eyes

Like differing statues made of the same stone
Absolutely surpassing the knower and the known

Transcending all forms of duality
It is our true self... by nature ever free