Full steam ahead
a problem is
baking in the oven
trying to find
a common goal
but the bread is 
turning to coal.

Fahrenheit rising
an attempt to control
through a heating toil
an attempt so futile,
a mirroring foil.

Ego aside
try to find
the strength to confide
a Truth 
beyond the hide.

Displace the topsoil
Find the roots
Displace the garboil
Ignore the fruits
Do not embroil
Atman in cahoots

Displace all thoughts
to connect the dots,
we live in knots.

A close knit quilt,
one we’ve all built
be wary of the hilt.
A weapon of pride
which won’t subside
and cannot be tried.

For it’s invention
is an intention,
an outer protection
becoming an infection.

But unlike a disease,
this cannot be eased.
It may be pleased,
but never seized.

Since there is no escape,
Like bunches of grape
We come from the same vine
We need not seek a shrine
We are all of the divine.

Displace the topsoil
Find the roots
Displace the garboil
Ignore the fruits
Do not embroil
We dig for institutes.