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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