The Self

Some questions, born in my mind

Disturb my sleep; to break my earthly dreams

I don’t know why I want to know

Why I take the shape of time when I flow with time

When I can’t contain the finite, why I chase to catch the infinite

Where should I go to get answers of my questions

Upanishad tells the Self is supreme

It has all the answers

“The Self is the sun shining in the sky

The wind blowing in space; he is the fire

At the altar and in the home the guest

He dwells in human beings, in gods, in truth

And in the vast firmament; he is the fish

Born in water, the plant growing in the earth

The river flowing down from the mountain”

The Self can hold the cosmos

I can’t even hold myself

I am blind of the Self

Is the Self accessible to those

Who are enveloped in darkness