inward locus

Ordinary Life

December 19, 2019 | 1 min read

Traceless like a stream and cloud
Beyond the barrier
Without a doubt
Unfettered at last,
Like a nomadic monk,
Coming and going,
Without a word
Denying the fact
Cause and effect
In ups and downs
Of this ordinary life
When I lie at peace
Beside the moon lit window
Neither this world
Nor I exist
For the world outside
The pleasure they seek
Rarely one attains
Pleasure such as this.

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