The Illusion of This Place

by Bhakta Jerry

The illusion of this place

Comes in terms of “I and mine.”

But God gave us this space

To use for something sublime.

The enemy is within

The ego is his name.

He always demands a stipend

But all the payments are the same.

Making money is for the I

Having sex is for the mine.

We partake until we die

Such is the fine.

Rebelling against our nature

We have fallen into this trap.

It is time to act mature

And get rid of our bad rap.

Please take away my pride

So I only crave Your service.

Krsna, please bring me to Your side

And make me a humble servant.