Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

It is illusion


It is illusion.
Is it?
It is Truth.
No further question.
It is the path of liberation and
It is love.

Be conscious
It is passion.
It is ignorance
And false identification.
No entity exists
In greed.

The entrance point
Is the exit point.
No vacant plot
Here and there.
Just see yourself
In all and be satisfied.

Submitted: Tuesday, October 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 02, 2013

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  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla (10/2/2013 7:09:00 AM)

    The entrance point
    Is the exit point.
    One who searches for truth seems to exit through the same door used for entry. Profound truth in the lines. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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