As the Self is confused
It acts like a chameleon.
Changing into green
When surrounded by leaves,
Into brown when near the sand.
What is behind it all is pure Awareness,
It is the true nature of the Self.
So stop striving to be something else
And don't let the senses blind you.
Be still in your perfect state of Awareness...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem