Come home to yourself.
Observe yourself.
It is delightful to observe
One's own beautiful self.
Then illusions begin to crumble.
You begin to know things that
cannot be described.
Then life will become effortless.
This is called happiness.
(We all live in illusions, self made or the illusions of the society that you accepted without critical thinking. It is very difficult to be aware of illusions and call illusions by name. It is then one can conquer it. That is the moment of happiness)
We have to detach 'I' from 'me to observe ourselves as happy souls Very nice.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Then illusions begin to crumble. You begin to know things that cannot be described. Then life will become effortless. This is called happiness........nice inscription. We value light for darkness, so also the happiness for illusion. A beautiful poem amazingly shared.10