Ausar (“Kairos”): And its Place in Creative Psychotherapy

The thirsting cātirk bird doth wail

For a tiny drop o' rain from on High

Of what avail

E'en the Ocean'd be

If it rolled in after the bird doth die?

My worn out vitals have no comfort found

For, who'd be there to be rescued

If the boat arrived after I've been drowned?

I find no “Me”, my “Self”, or anything “Mine”.

This is the Ausar, now my honour save