Rise is the last word

I am an Advaitin

I am taught that God is in every one

I see God in all directions

All my dealings are worshipful motions

I bumble along in love with God

I am not humble, I confront God

Unity I sense vaguely now

Never mind, not far, the all know-how

The dream ll break in a minute or day

Break it must, so all scriptures say

Easy words under good breeze, no headache

So be it, let armchair, sad broodings break

In my chair, on my feet, Ill practice

A thousand falls, the last word is, rise

My friend is God, foe a frightful mask

I frighten at `boo but to rise is my task

My friend doesnt part, Its God eternal

Infinity covers all loves ephemeral

Who am I ? My weakness a myth

Its a disease, this, my fearing death

There is a catch in my strange situation

Never mind falls, to rise is my vocation

A game thou playest with me

But thy clues : Eternal love and service free

I may stumble, but rise I will

Rise is the only word in my bible

I'm `die-game for thee

Thou high and mighty

I'm not to be slighted, I, thy play mate

Lose pawns I may, but its I who says `check mate

3/7/2002 for 2/7/2002; 12.32 a.m. Direct into computer