A Little Away Is My Home, The Permanent Home
Eons after eons I have made this home.
Do you think it is in heaven?
No it is in ozone.
No dearth of oxygen, there is no need, no dearth of food, enough indeed.
The bed is made, the windows are open, flowers of my choice, bloom in my garden.
Fruits have ripened, it’s for your use
You have them, be happy and don’t cry.
There is no gain, for anybody, without pain. My mind is made by me.
I have love in my vein.
My truth always I have searched.
My mind is my brain.