Life In Solitude

Every so often Just as a snake sheds its skin, I yearn to discard this garb of social propriety, To strip away all the concerns of the world and roam free in the wilderness. Then to sit all alone underneath a tree like Buddha, devoid of all thoughts devoid of all feelings, And be one with nature -- To feel what birds feel, To think what trees think To grow roots in the soil and sway with the winds, To glisten with the morning dew on every blade of grass in a lush meadow, To shower with the rains on a parched field and playfully wash the shores with the waves of the sea!