The Anatomy of Depression

When depression strikes

Who is it that’s depressed?

Is it the sun-source of self

Whose presence within gives life?

Or is it the shadow-self, the ego,

The one who believes he is the be-all?

The ego may melt or die away

But life continues within

But when the sun-source leaves

The heart-beat quietly stops.

Is it the sun-source or the ego

That is depressed?

The sun-source is a benign presence

And it watches what happens to one

Like a gentle guardian, it shows the way

But like an imbecile the ego ignores it

And walks the path where doom awaits.

The doom that awaits is pain and trouble

And a lack of wisdom to deal with challenges

And, unable to face what it’s created itself

The ego and its slave the mind are stuck

Depression is their cry for help

On their own terms

But does help ever come on terms that led to trouble in the first place?

The one who can help is the sun-source

But the ego stays blind to its presence...

And depression grows.

Depression is the ego’s last cry for help

As its tantrums work no more.

Often, the ego is ready to die

And its death results in a new life...

A new dawn, a new resolve, a new beginning...

- rajyogi

https://rajyogi.wixsite.com/lifecoach