With that
Unmanifest existence
We live as we are.
And we rise
...
Neither my pain
Nor my pleasure
Can be measured.
But let me say
...
Hit me or allow me
To hit you.
What has happened
...
We are all
In this house of ghosts.
The house is made of
Earth and wood.
...
Not able to do anything,
And excuse me I am
Preparing myself to
Return back home.
...
Go not for the meaning,
Meaning has no value
As you see the truth.
Truth is taking birth
...