I found the culprit;
a misty fog like thing
spreading all over, cunningly—ME,
ME, the master.
It is invisible, and enchanting;
it is the opium fume
covering consciousness, identity.
It needs costumes; acquired, forced, anything,
it grabs anything to hide behind,
for once caught the soul will shine
and laugh out loud at all idiosyncrasies of ME,
of men, women, family, society, nations, and the world.
A very simple, shining reality
like the clear water singing over polished pebbles;
like the huge tree sheltering worms, insects, birds
and bearing fruits for generations;
like a breeze touching all and sundry with no exception;
I am giving up all that ME needs to hide,
to know the spirit of wings, clouds, universe
and ultimately water, ocean and soil
to know the fire of the soul.
I have found the culprit;
A misty fog like thing
Spreading all over, cunningly—ME,
ME, the master;
without it peace prevails!