SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
Real home lives between wild laughter and sad tears,
Rising from our vale of dreams and needless fears.
It's not a horrid hovel but a home of growth,
To maturity of soul which beckon both.
Walk on to that perfect home of Realisation,
The pure peaceful state of Self Liberation.
Don't get lost in slums of conceptualisation,
Becoming a mere parrot of verbalisation,
But dive deep into the heart of ones own real home,
The Ganges of Self will refresh soul to roam.
Its an end to horrid morbid melancholia,
To new birth of bliss and sweet euphoria.
In our true home we'll find our heavenly joy,A state of blessed Being that shall never cloy.