There is nowhere to be,
You carry your own house with you always,
In pure tranquility,
It is when you forget this you are lost,
The essence is at ease,
Ambitions and expectations distract,
From the beauty that your true nature sees,
Now unreal dreams can simply fade away,
They were not possible,
Set in your ways, you ignored what was real,
You became dutiful,
But now you're free,
Recognize that always,
Tourists only look through colored glasses,
You are home, no matter what your forays.
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