Island (Poem)

    You an island have become
    An island large or small
    But an island still
    The stillness of the infinite will
    Knocking on your door like a thrashing mill
    But the robustness of your little pride
    Could take you on an endless ride
    You need to know it is just the hide
    Peeling your own hide
    Sure not an easy ride
    Piece by piece if you tear
    You will be unable to bear
    Let this me get beneath your hide
    In one piece it will fall by the side

    Fall in step with my stride
    For sure it will be an easy ride

    Love & Grace
    – Sadhguru

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