He, whom I have faith on, told us then
not to believe just because I say, or
your teacher or any other eminent one says
Best would be, in your own way
To analyze, assess and judge
He, who held a thumbnail full of sand, once, to followers
and asked, “which is more, this or what is on earth”?
to elucidate, in perfect insight, the rarity of the chance,
a human of this birth stands to have a rebirth
as a human anywhere on earth
It was he who, being the Enlightened,
saw the true nature of all material forms
and the illusion we all are in, and discoursed that
every material thing and being is
non-self, non-permanent and a discontentment
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