I grew them when I renounced pleasure
pleasure of zooming a ferrari past the king’s convoy
pleasure of munching the tastiest meat
sleeping on bed of gold & covered by a sheet of roses
I landed on a desert
devoid of material, love and recognition
but with a mirage in my mind
‘WISDOM’
With age I grew both
wisdom and my beard
painting the essence of sandal
fumed in divine smoke
challenging the forces of nature
and transgressing boundaries
still with a mirage in mind
‘WISDOM’
My beard changed colours
grey with the grey cells of my mind
long, with rings
however still entangled
though I was busy resisting
the forces of nature
LOVE, MATERIAL & RECOGNITION
they were busy becoming refugees in my beard