Vagabond
The vagabond leaves this meaningless world
without a trace,
without any possessions.
Only in Nature are there
the creations that come and go without change.
That Nature has become me,
but nevertheless I have no attachments.
Only man lives creating kleshas in his mind.
He lives thinking that the mind he has is everything;
he lives not knowing
what will become of him after he dies;
he lives in this world thinking that he will never die.
Such numerous kleshas;
such numerous delusions.
Where eternal life has gone, he does not know.
Meanwhile the vagabond leaves;
he wanders from here to there without knowing where.
Man does not know
what a mind absent of attachments even is.
His attachments have become him,
and in them he is constantly creating kleshas.
He is childish and thus he does not know he is lost.
He continues to remain lost.
From Nature’s Flow
