The Rebel
Conditioned by society, we fell
into a bottomless pit of desire,
mirrored by fear, gripping us in its spell.
Unable to escape raging fires,
we laid ego to rest, in its own pyre!
Now, centred in the void, we are at peace,
standing erect, with no one to appease,
having reined in our fickle attention,
thus erasing lower mind, piece by piece,
mindful stillness, our orientation.
01-February-2021
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