By Madhava Gosh
Shattered, as a crystal glass
dropped upon a temple’s marble floor?
Alas, my illusion is not so;
it bounces, resilient as a ball
onto a padded carpet,
where it waits for the cat
to find it and practice a death bite.
If lucky, the predator will tire
and bat away the ball
to the waiting foot of Krishna
who will kick it like a football
that bounces from one body to another
until I can sincerely pray
Let the me/mine of false ego
scatter at His lotus feet.