Under the weight of those thoughts
Which paint a world of hectic motion,
Your shoulders crumble and ache,
Your skin forgets how to genuinely smile!
Troubles hardly seem to end,
The more tears fall, the deeper earth drowns,
Beauty mingles too strong with the harsh,
Hiding its hands in the mud's sparkle!
Remove the dust and rub your eyes,
These particles of emptiness which
Seem full of tints, sounds and names
Are the only keepers of life!
Freedom is your truthful nature,
Accept the roaring lions on your path,
Nothing can touch Awareness,
The one with no contours!
Freedom is your truthful nature, Accept the roaring lions on your path, Nothing can touch Awareness, The one with no contours! ....well penned...
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