Meditations

The world of changing lights and shades
Of colours and shapes that blind and haze
Where nothing has ever stayed the same
Heaves and pants in a mindless daze.

Seems it at times to embrace and glow
And its things and beings amaze and thrall.
Its fleeting truth is known but by a few
And the herds drift on, seeing nothing at all.

As the cup of joy shall the mind gladden
The train of woe's never far behind.
Pleasure, pain do come unbidden
Falter not, or be caught in their bind.

The world without shall ever elude
As the Unreal can never be.
But know that the Real shall ever pervade
Oh inner eye! Grant that I may see.