The Ashram, a poem…

There’s no house to call my own,
the ashram is the real home.

A hermitage inside the heart,
a blessed eternal part.

Piercing all sorrow and fear,
an illuminating love, so near.

Such brilliant and lustrous shine,
impossible to claim as mine.

A monastery dwelling of light,
that brings crystal clear sight.

You are the liberating seed,
and the only shelter I need.

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