Nothing’s got a hold on me;
It’s neither this nor that.
I’m not about to seek the tree
And sit where Buddha sat.

I haven’t got a secret wish
I’m longing to fulfil,
And none could bring me any dish
To cater to my will.

It isn’t that I’m made of stone
Or like to be aloof,
But being one with all that’s known
Has made me passionproof.

And, as when all the battles cease,
I’m overcome by boundless peace.

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