He is a monk
No less of the mental burden
Like every single one of them
But unlike them brimmed
With an unfading desire
To meet the one
Who lies beyond
All the burdens
And the burden to him is
nothing, but an hurdle, self-created
One in remaining, to quietly overcome
To reach that source of oneness
In changing to know the changeless
The eternal peace
The eternal bliss
Faith in heart, deep and deepening ever
Will in mind, clear and clearing ever
He is a monk
No….
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