Monday, 26 December 2016

SHACK 1 FREEDOM


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A leaf blown by the Wind
No Particular Goal
Who is this Awareness, this witness?
No form, no thought 
A tramp, homeless person,
Homeless and yet at Home, The Children of the Universe, nowhere to lay their heads
whose head is it anyway, nothing real, nothing solid, 
Not up nor down, nor happy,  nor sad, No religion or politic, no need or care. 
Looking at those trapped in the world of form which rots and decays,
Desperately trying to stop ice melting in the hand and hold it,
Sand slipping through Fingers, looks at the grasping mind,
There is Nothing out there, nothing in here, where is out and here?
There is only THAT and even that does not exist,
IS this freedom?

 SHACK

    

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