The real owner of the house.
Came to live as a roomer,
In his own house;
One day he will vacate the house,
Of his own accord.
Acting as if we're not,
The real owner of the house;
How will you know the hidden truth?
The roomer is the owner,
And the owner is the roomer;
You'll not escape the delusion of duality,
Until you came to realise the One reality.
'He is the first, He is the last,
He is the apparent, He is the hidden.'
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem