From mother’s flesh and mother earth
From atoms spread when time was born
Shaped and scattered, formed and torn.
This subtle “I” of mind and heart
With which this life does seem to start
From birth to birth was carried tight
Like baggage changed from flight to flight
The Real “I”, my soul inside
Was never born, will never die
Transcendent, full of love and grace
Forever beyond this time and space.
How long do I propose to stay?
My plans don’t matter – it’s God’s play.
I’ll put my best and play my part
To live this moment as the last on earth.
Look at my Self and light my way
From wrong to right, from night to day
For, future plans God won’t allow
For Him, the only time is Now.
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