Walking Alone
to exhume identity
that soul may be free
requires silence to untether
fickle heart from our mind tree
when heart murmurs be gentled
and no craving within remains
weary soul is freed at last
from ego’s gluey chains
thoughts may appear
as objects we do not own
they beseech our indulgence
but our soul prefers to walk alone
our mind-body vessel has its need
so we tend to it from time to time
but for the most part we feed
soul with bliss beats chime
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