Thud! in the dust she fell
which stopped her pace altogether.
People circled around stared at her
but courage within her she gathered
A question of extremities—
To be or not to be?
To be shackled within the ways of the world
or rather release the mind, soul and body.
Being an artist is a tough job but not so tough as to make the artist stop living and loving himself or herself. It is freedom as long as it’s production manages to remain unbound by the limited and repititive circle of time. The worldly constraints make it difficult to practice.
Everyone is chasing
Passions and possessions
Some big and others small
But the true saints solely know it all