Poem ‘As Well You Know’ from 1984-0100 and 0200 Nirmala Yoga, Page 33

Dearest Mother, as well You know,
Often within life's ebb and flow,
Of up and down, the Guna's three,
Struts an ego, it's called me
Identity? Tis a balloon,
That often plays an off-beat tune,
And ,I caught up, think it is real,
I lose the thread, vibrations feel.
It's then that I stupidly dance,
An awkward, manic crazy prance,
Until I see that that's not me,
And how l've been so-awfully.
At times like these, ego's humbled.
And the Self sees where it stumbled,
So with Your help, yes as I grow,
Til stumble less, as well You know.