Bilocation

Both caged in form and yet at all times free, nothing can be more wonderful than that, playing cricket where we both bowl and bat, breezing through earth life, blissful and carefree, since we got our head and heart to agree, that though we’re where our attention is at, we never forget the critical fact, we’re bound only when tied to our mind’s tree. Life’s nothing but a game of hide and seek, wherein light of our soul is veiled by thought, erased no sooner we choose to be still, that thus plugging needless energy leak, in time stretched silence, we become self-taught, peering at heaven, from heart’s window sill.