Part of the "Fruits of the Oak tree" series
The man next door
You know the man that
lived next door
On whom contempt and
Scorn you'd pour
And sometimes acknowledge
But mostly ignore
Though outwardly he was a
slave
He sought the best way
To behave
Searched his mind
And found a cave
Left all possessions on a
shelf
And contemplated
With the self
The concept of poverty
And wealth
And in that meditative
state
There was no pain no love
No hate
No joy no sorrow
To contemplate
There for a while he did
remain
Till senses lured him
Back again
To the unreal world
Of pleasure and pain
Made contributions without pride
Rewards he for
Himself denied
And in that way
He lived then died
That man next door
You thought you knew
And categorised
With thoughts untrue
He saw the self
Inside of you
