Poem written by Suraj Shah.
… and why do I hold these things so dear?
Looking in the mirror, straight into my own eyes,
Dare I keep looking at myself, caught up in these toxic lies.
Who is looking back at me? How long will he be here?
Who is he, really, and why is there so much fear?
Here today but gone tomorrow, we all know that,
We are reminded about it time and again, as a matter of fact.
Who is looking back at me? How long will he be here?
Who is he, really, and when will it become clear?
Immersed in the changing, by what will be no more,
To save my soul, I must learn, to simply shut the door.
Who is looking back at me? How long will he be here?
Who is he, really, and why do I hold these things so dear?
This body and it’s relationships, though permanent we think,
Is but no more than an illusion, will vanish within a blink!
Who is looking back at me? How long will he be here?
Who is he, really, and how do I attend to what is near?
The indulgence of the body, the attachment to my and mine,
Releasing control gently, surrendering it to the divine.
Who is looking back at me? How long will he be here?
“Who is he, really?” is the ultimate question to persevere.
Listen to the poem "Who is looking back at me?"
(Photo courtesy of kirainet)