In crazy independence, I live by myself
Friending with bees, and fireflies,
I learn right from wrong,
I learn good from evil,
I learn belief from infidels,
I listen to myself, ignoring others,
Lifting my ideas, I cross the brook,
With a bundle on my head,
Blessed by singing soul,
Living thus, I crave for nothing,
I am in harmony with all the world,
My finger points to my mind,
There is no god but Allah,
But the finger and the mind both,
Share one thing in common:
Both of them are blind -
Separated and disjointed things -
One gross and another subtle,
This is a dilemma for beginners,
Lost in the world of senses,
Yet one who looks beyond senses,
knows there is no finger, no mind
Mykoul
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