Friday, March 19, 2021


 With a flick starts life,

And anytime is death, O mother!

Their life is set, in between.

Knowing secrets only with words,

Is never what they mean,

Life flies like birds, always in between.

The ground of life and the infinite,

Even with sight they don't get the might,

To be out from boundless ignorance,

The drama and the dance,

The maya and the trance.

O mother! Forever trapped into this bondage;

They call it freedom, just another cage!

Getting the cycles and traps that have been,

The only thing to know-the only way out is in.


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