High Risk Life Poem by Nereva Notswa

High Risk Life



High Risk Life

Any second the mind can forget.
Then the whole being gets drawn
by movement, senses, desires, dreams
and I am caught.
Imprisoned and enslaved
I have to labour in misery
or boredom
till death.

Or till a saviour comes along,
a Teacher who can re-mind,
bring the being back
to the narrow way of wakefulness,
where every moment is new
deep and wonderful life,
exciting, exquisitely beautiful,
totally fulfilling -
free and eternal
immortality.

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