In the glamour of this eye

In the glamour of this eye,
have we lost other eye,
we became,
from sand, to a doctor, an engineer,
an artist, a mathematician,
a singer,

but as soon as our legs,
lost touch of soil,
it started stinking,
stinking so bad,
that to stand by,
one moment became difficult,

Unless one moment,
the breath, became so tight,
that it bursted up,
and the eyes were forced,
to look away,
from its pride,
to the soil.

As the hands touched,
the soil again,
the breath returned,
life rushed in again,
and it returned so deep,
that again became breathless moment,
but in a different way.

Bieng lost in my pride,
I kept you aside,
But river can't be sea,
unless it touches the sea,
In vastness of creation,
In vast hollowness,
hallowed with endless eyes,

I returned,
back to my little needed act,
but standing on soil,
with less of what I was proud of,
and with more of what I am part of

http://blog.ishafoundation.org/sadhguru/masters-words/how-to-overcome-fear/
http://blog.ishafoundation.org/sadhguru/masters-words/living-free-of-comparison/