I am.
I am what I am
Though I am alone.
All alone here
I have no friends to talk to
No kith and kin of mine
I have no body; hence no pain
I have no mind; hence no tension
I have no heart; hence no hurt.
What I am is very subtle
Beyond the realm
Of both pleasure and pain.
Each passing day I perceive myself
As getting dissolved
Into the vast and infinite cosmos,
Though physically caged
In the gross desires
Of love and lust of the world.
