Posted by on Apr 2, 2014 in Uncategorized | 3 comments



I might go blind : for I no longer need my eyes to see. I find both beauty or squalor, but none touches Me.
I may turn deaf : for I no longer need my ears to hear – all of the talking, no more interests Me.
And of this body? It no longer matters, be it housed in robes or cast out in tatters
Gone the ‘looked for pleasures’ or grievous pains,
After passing through the valley of Death,
Just the Self remains.

Mandi Solk

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