Rings on my beard

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