Overwhelmed with such knowledge,
Thoughts no longer his own and acts of pure will,
He descended the mountain to his old home.
Everything felt the same.
There was buying,
There was selling.
Talking to each person as if talking to the great sky,
They responded, offering him guidance and acceptance.
He met some that liked to keep this knowledge hidden away,
Using it to deceive the masses.
Making them feel as if they were outsiders,
In a world that had been bought and sold a long time ago.
In a world designed to monetize desire,
Manufacturing ideas of success and happiness,
He felt free.
Free from desire, with footsteps lightly caressing the ground,
He made his way back to her.
Feeling at home, surrounded by trust and acceptance,
With the rain being the only melody echoing in his mind,
He sang songs of ocean dreams and endless gratitude.
