Free of the ego cage of desires,
bulwarked by “i” , “me” and “mine”,
Leaving this confusion of identity,
I walk on the golden dust of time.
Breathing peacefully the emotions I go through,
Thinking over the deception of life and soul,
I feel the touch of divine power is nothing but
a string binding together my body and my soul.
The deepest core of breath I take focuses,
Life then becomes different – Diaspora towering recoils,
Sweetened Elixir of a new Me flows through as I recline.
Incredible were the legends that I wished to follow,
Maybe I too would be recognized as the someone by like that.
Perhaps I have to be the change I want to see in this daylight.