The wild-self burns brightly in her eyes.
She does not chase after results
knowing that a moment is an outcome
that naturally arises out of
Itself.
To give up on wishing
for one thing or another is
to be free.
Her likes and dislikes
do not disturb her settledness
they simply arise and fall
as a response to events.
She neither loves the beginning
nor fears the end.
Once she realised
all appearances are a single Face
she lost herself and
wandered freely
in the empty space of
Nowhere.
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PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
