All the skies are here.
But, how much would I require
And how much can I afford
To breathe in?
All the oceans are here.
But, how much would I require
And how much can I afford
To drink?
Dear my soul…,
Why are you so engrossed
In the ways of efforts
To sustain your body?
All your efforts are, in a way,
To sustain the sickness?
Being the body yours is the sickness
Afflicted on you, the soul.
Treatment strengthens
The sickness, your body,
And the bodily worlds of sickness.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
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