Descended-standing, encased in my mansion walls
The day, I, Soul's great fall-Stranger I've become
Not being able to travel to and from
Niether the inner nor outer universe
That's the day, I, soul-chained to become mortal man
Nothing seems to be the same of former time
When I knew no bounds or ends
Omnipresence, Omniscience and omnipotence - my will
Gone were the Is'ness days
Truth and Love to give were my forte
Now, I move about encased in human shell
With five senses to co-ordinate
I learn to manipulate this course matter world
Having so much to do in time-
Gaining earthly knowledge and wealth
A wonderer I've become these days
Tainted with five passion seeds
Of: vanity, anger, lust, attachment and greed
Trying to regain blessings in isolation
Drink in loneliness, joy through human understanding.
This tainted role, I began to play:
Manipulating, hoarding
My fellow beings, creatures, minerals and plant life too!
Ranting, raving and causing destruction
Creating - deceptive delusion in my path
At the closing end of days - when all works are done
Old and feeble I've become
Gazing through the windows of my mansion walls,
At my exploitation stacks - of all earthly hoarded wealth
The five passions have helped me gain.
I realized, I can't exchange them then - neither
for Truth nor Love
Not one earthly thing have I, to show Off the kindness I've done
Wretched man that I've become - having to do it all over again,
I'd thirst this time for Love.
copyright@Sir W. Henry Eccleston
JAMAICA/USA
