Postcard From A Sage Poem by Ayni Poet

Once a man was satiated
With his plainitive life and lacks,
He thought withdrawing in a cave
Would leave behind his pain and gloom!

Little did he know that
Tortuous paths are also in the dark,
Heated thoughts arise also in the cold,
Firm ground and thick enough walls
Nowhere can be found!

One day before the entrance of the cave
A sage sat to rest his old and tired legs,
And greeted the man who pretended
Not knowing to speak and turned away!

Soon the night unraveled its black tunic
And this man went to sleep on the rocks,
But in his dream the sage appeared,
Murmuring:
" The ego's cave follows you everywhere,
Until its sorcery dies in the Truth of Life! "