The Illusion Veiled Samsara is Maya, Reveals the Gita: A Poem
The Illusion Veiled Samsara is Maya, Reveals the Gita: A Poem The world we see, a passing dream, Is Maya's veil, it would seem. Birth and death, a turning wheel, Samsara's chain, how does it feel? This world is false, a trick of sight, It hides the soul, bathed in pure light. We chase the things that fade away, Forgetting truth, day by day. A tree turned upside down, they say, Its roots to heaven, where God holds sway. Its branches reach to earth below, Where senses play and troubles grow. But if we trust, and let go fear, The Lord can help us draw him near. We break the bonds, the Maya's hold, A story ancient, bravely told. Then Samsara's spin, it starts to cease, The soul finds freedom, finds its peace. No more rebirth, no more the fray, One with the Divine, forever and a day.