The Game is Yours

You tell me—Follow the master,
But the Master is the Monkey‑mind!
You urge: Face the devil,
Six devils stare at me!
And Fight to the end, You Insist,
I am already at my wit’s end!
Finish the game, You demand,
Lord, I am not the player, but played upon!

Then, wait no more; my King,
Take up arms, and occupy This land;
And to this famished soul
Let Thy Panchajanya Sing.
The monkey shall go,
The devils will flee,
The fight shall be done,
And the game is, as always,
Yours, and yours, and yours.

—B. H. Miers
Source: Sanathana Sarathi, August 1978