Hundreds of desires floating in the Universe
yet a few reach me
Not hundreds but millions
not millions but zillions
Not zillians but Guzillions,
all floating in the Universe
Man trapped by desires
becomes their slave
Rather than riding the horse
we tie ourselves to it
And get dragged behind
while it runs at it's own super speed
The key is to master
the art of riding
To be a rider to conquer the desires,
yet getting the thrill of the ride
Wandering thoughts of a mystical poet. He doesn't claim to be the author. The words just flow through him and he pens them whenever he can. You may not agree with all of what's written here but if these words touch you in any way, please let him know. If they offend you, then also let him know. He would like to hear from fellow travelers on their mystical journey. Thanks for stopping by and giving a few moments of your life.
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