Fearless Independent Forever Awareness (FIFA)

Fearless Independent Forever Awareness (FIFA)

Long, long ago

so long ago

the World Cup of life began.

The sun shines on every face,

and life rolls on

like a restless soccer ball.

The dribble begins.

The mind, quick as lightning, commands:

Kick.

And the ball is struck

swift, certain, gone.

Atma, the light of awareness,

is already there

where the ball arrives.

Whoosh!

the ball arcs through the sky.

The senses erupt in celebration,

a roaring stadium of experience.

Atma, the light of awareness,

silently allows

the game to be enjoyed.

The legs are trained,

conditioned to run, to chase, to strike.

“Go to the goal,” says the mind.

The body obeys,

playing its role,

running, kicking, striving.

Atma, the light of awareness,

is already there

where the ball comes to rest.

The goalkeeper dodges

this way, that way,

defending, reacting, reaching.

Atma is already there,

in the net,

and even beyond.

Players change.

Teams change.

Moments of joy rise,

Moments of sorrow fall,

like waves in the mind.

Atma,

the light of awareness

remains the changeless field,

in whose presence

all change appears,

as though real.

Fearless.

Independent.

Forever Awareness.

FIFA.

This is what I am!

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