Maya

In a container called body
Here I am
Sometimes I feel trapped
Sometimes boundless

It’s a magic container called ‘maya’
An ‘illusion’
Just like how it gives shape to my soul
It gives shape to my vision, sound and words

Which I call another container
A container of a container
The world

Sometimes these confuse me
Unable to distinguish between
The feelings of these containers
And me!

Then I wonder do I exist without
This container?
Can I feel, do anything without this
Container?
Then why is all false?
Why is all ‘maya’?

Why is there a curiosity? Why is there a
Desire to be ‘nothing’ – unleash the container
And peep into to see what’s it?

Why is this ‘nothing’ > ‘Everything’?


Anjali
August 21, 2008