He who thinks he knows himself is a fool,
The one who lives in doubt is not a wuss,
Yet who is the winner, who is the loser,
None are fit to judge,
For how can we judge when even we are no cleverer?

Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Weak is strong and strong is weak,
Confusion brings enlightenment and enlightenment brings confusion,
Ah, here comes the master, but is he the master or the student?

Your best friend is your worst enemy,
And your worst enemy is your best friend,
Then now who is who?

Weird is normal, normal is weird,
Who is to say what's weird and normal?
I find you weird, as you find me weird,
Then who's the one who's really the weird one?

Time and space were created by Him
He who made all of Creation
But even him...can he be free from controversy?

Confusion, confusion,
One would say,
What then really is controversy?
Has the distinction been blurred beyond recognition?
Or are we just causing more headaches?

Who can say,
That he will be,
The one to always,
Walk on the white,
Or even the black to be?

When can white completely be pure,
When can black completely be smeared?
To walk upon the grey is a privilege,
For anything beyond is an illusion.

Looking at the maya - the foggy illusion,
Those who walk in it,
Let's hope they are not lost for all eternity.
And now which is the illusion?

13th March 2000