Eyes are looking for What is to be found within. And calling for those who hear nothing but the silence the sound within. Like the fish In the ocean, Unaware of the ocean So close to be Is a barrier The distance Ignites the passion. The running Is useless, Things i thrive. Forgetting the fact That I am the subject “The One” inside Beneath the superimposed “I”. Casting the body Far aside. That is where I have always wanted to be. The running stops For the sake of the end. This void feels good. This feel existent. This actuality is the end. I am singular I am existent This non duality Is shapeless. I had seen the world Just Now. Where has it gone?