Me

Not the ever wrangling desires
Linked to my transcience.
Not sense enemies-attachment.
Nor the false name i own
As my own.
Not the body

Bee like i make cell by cell.
Inside the great dream
We don't really are anything.
The knowledge of real ME
Is with Him
Who is sharing my eyes.

poem by Yoonoos Peerbocus
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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