Meta-Morphosis Poem by Ayni Poet

If a colossal, transmuting fire
Would be set right here and now,
To chuck in all you ever learned,
Those cemented beliefs,
That face that you adorn in the mirror,
Those torpid, programmed ways to live,
Those plans that make everything predictable,
That psychological dirt,
Those siddhis that entailed great practice,
The deck with the winning cards,
Those privileges, favours and flavors that you like,
The cross you may think you're caring,
The pleasantest of the senses,
Your "must"s, "should"s and "never",
That perception of "I", "me" and "mine",
The arabesque décor of space-time,
Would you accept the invitation,
To break the handcuffs of the Form
And recognize the Free, the Essence
Sat Chit Ananda?