As we meandered, through the dreary desert,
In meaningless circles, parched and dry...
Thirsty were we, searching were we...
Did we come upon a clearing in the woods,
Lush and green, full of life,
Irresistibly inviting...
Asked did I... lured and wary...
Is this THE Home?
What about our desert tents?
And our treasure bags?
Said did He... confident and steady...
Not at all. The tent is the home.
Let's add a few berries to the treasure bags
For the rest of the journey...
And today,
He's dropped the bags
And gone back Home... to THE Home!
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4 comments:
Very nice one.
:-)
well I remember hearing a ZEN story from sadhguru, which is similar to this.
:)
Aiyoo Aiyoo...
I guess this poem is about anto's decision to move to ashram. Nice way of expressing it!!
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