From the dark, long tunnel,
This something creeps out,
Looking for a light,
And finds all shadows,
Yes! Shadows they are,
A multitude of colors,
All delusive!
How does one find the truth in solitude?
While always surrounded by souls,
Or these shadows that remain,
Of the fear of belongingness,
And a love of sublime,
Duality is tough,
And you have to make choices!
No light to be found,
Still the shadows around!
And then you find peace,
When you stop looking out,
For it was there,
Clear, untouched!
And then you find light,
For it was there,
Trying to find you,
When you had kept shut,
The Window of the Soul!
