Where worlds at dawn and dusk embrace,
Where Eastern wisdom, Western grace,
Collide in silent, storied space,
A tale of Ego, Self, and Face.
In Eastern thought, the Self is seen,
A drop in endless and serene,
Where Atman, Brahman's sheen, convene,
And Ego's veil stands in between.
In Buddha's path, the middle way,
Anatta speaks, in transient play,
No Self to bind, no Ego's sway
Just skandhas dancing life's ballet.
In Tao’s flow, the natural path,
No Ego's pain exacts its wrath,
In harmony, a loving bath,
The Self and Cosmos share their path.
Jain souls narrate in karma tales,
Non-violence of love prevails,
The Ego burden’s needless dread
In liberation can be shed.
The art reflects these ancient themes,
In strokes of brush, its silent dreams,
Where nothing’s quite is what it seems
When Ego's whisper softly streams
The East meets West, in clash and blend,
In search of Truth, on paths that wend,
Through Ego's mazes, to transcend,
To Love, where all the souls ascend.
Full story:
East Meets West: A Civilizational Clash of Egos?
Self and Ego in Eastern Culture, Philosophy, and Arts
Harmony
The Frontier Man
February 2024
An amazing poem at the intersection of History, Philosophy, Spirituality and Art. The poem and the art work are beautiful