MAYA
Samsara is
my destiny,
I'm
doomed to endless pain;
Mother
Maya free me please,
From
your vicious game.
You
hold me in your grip,
Clutching
my whole being;
I
try to break your web,
That's
blinding me from seeing.
Some
things seem so very nice,
Others
raise such fears;
Some
things seem so terrible,
While
others seem so dear.
Caught
up in your illusive tangles,
The
unreal seems so true
Dear Maya, free me please,
From
your darkened doom.
I
pray for guiding lights,
To
shine on blinded eyes;
Guiding
me to higher visions,
Free
from your despise.