All the comforts I desire
A feather pillow for my head
A lover full of passions fire
And yet there is an empty place
I feel it burning in my soul
Somewhere deep there is a space
An endless void a gaping hole
I look around and what I see
The master and the artists hand
In every flower brook and tree
A message printed on the land
So as I waken from my rest
Stretch my body clear my mind
I will try to do my best
To seek the truth that I must find
Silken sheets make for a shroud as well
ReplyDeleteThe game is up in a flicker of time;
'Mind' is the game, so this I tell,
I shall seek the seeker, the silver in dime
This is beautiful. This person must conquer their desires. This is very moving.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. This person must conquer their desires. This is very moving.
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