Jataka Bandi
In the heart of the chilling mountain's hold, A burning volcano, fiery and bold. Pretend not to laugh, yet a smile's embrace, Touches the soul with gentle grace. Routine cleansing, inside out, Keeps spirits high, erases doubt. Lighting paths for self and others to see, Appreciating life's beauty, wild and free.
In humble grace, the monk did shave, Renouncing all, his path he gave. Yet now, with cap, he walks the way, A symbol of both night and day. Before you yield your freedom's flight, Ask deep within, are you prepared to ignite? Whether a plumber or a bard, Embrace your role, let it not be marred. Be true, be bold, in your own light shine, For in authenticity, true peace you'll find. To pretend is to stray from your guiding star, So stay true to yourself, wherever you are.