I

I...

I,

worship an idol,

in the temple of my heart,

where the idol is of myself,

and devotees plead for help.

Even they are my manifestations.

I,

am at ease.

But when I witness better idols,

I hide beneath the shadows,

in dismay to avoid the gallows,

sent by Him to terminate my vices.

I,

always in doubt.

Inhibitions deceive me,

weaving a web of lies,

around my eyes.

Pride, ego, jealousy.. are still dear to me.

And I,

though one could see,

the shrewd plans of my mind,

fear pushes me from behind,

to be trapped within contours of false comfort.

I,

run out of options,

for I suddenly realize my worth.

I forgo the evils from my life,

after scores of internal strife.

I am at peace now.

I,

a transformed person.

Dark forces would do no harm,

for every breath of mine is surrendered to Him.

Serving all with humility - the ultimate dream.

Guide me on this path, O Buddha.

C Kumar

Reviews

[Willard Wells]

I am not a Buddhist, but many of my loves family are. Even before I met her I read and learn some of Buddhism.

Worshipping the god of self within your mind can help to make it through the night, but the words and teaching of Buddha will help you find the correct path.

You have changed you writing a bit and it is very enjoyable

[Chirag Kumar]

I had written this on my experience with Vipassana. Though it was taught by the Buddha, it is non - sectarian. The teacher, Mr. SN Goenka said that a human being creates a temple within himself and builds his own statue which seems perfect only to him. So when he and others worship such an idol, he is filled with ego, pride etc. which causes our downfall eventually.
Thanks for your appreciation, Willard. :)

[Dead]

This is beautiful :)

[Chirag Kumar]

Thank you :)

[Jitss Bhojwani]

Great Poem! Very True! Self sees Self everywhere still believes that they are different and nine can explain why?