I have a false feeling,
When you embrace me,
That universe condenses into a kiss.

I have a false feeling,
When I look up in the sky
That what is east is not east

I have a false feeling,
When I’m all alone,
That there is no POINT from where
The super structure of conventionality begins.

I have a false feeling,
When I think of HIM,
That I’m deceiving myself
By pretending to achieve yoga.

I have a false feeling,
When I sit for self analysis,
That I’m myself painting,
My imaginary HYDE.

I have a false feeling,
When I’m trying to establish I’m not a hypocrite,
That I’m doing so because
I’m a Hypocrite.

I have a false feeling,
None can lead me to Nirvana from this mess,
Except YOU my beloved,
Is it really False?