THE NET
K.
M. Kale
Catching in her net
Maya has made us her slave
No one she has spared
Be he coward or brave.
The net is so delicate
So fine, so full of beauty
That we forget we’re bound
And that is a great pity
Yet, bondage is bondage
And sorrow is its end
Tho’ through a smile false
Happiness we do pretend
Another man can’t cut the net
However he may be wise
For the net is within
And subtler for the eyes
Yet man himself, if he wills
By the sword of discretion
Cut away the net of Maya
And make way for liberation.