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!
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