Mind is a pariah
Stranger
Ever in a state of wander
In search of more clutter
As Much as it propagates itself
On the beaten path of salvation
The desire to be free is itself a stumbling block
Mind is scuttled
With ephemeral emancipations
The divinity it seeks is left behind
In chores of life
The karma is nirvana
And Nirvana is karma
The inner self is mirrored by acts and deeds
Chants are hollow words of illusions
Meditation emerges when spirit is chaste
And divinity is short lived
In moments of truth
The eternal bliss lies
In cleansing your soul
From quagmire of said salvation
Listen to your soul
And be true to self and God
The soul
Will be free.
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