He said, “I am egoless, spiritual, free,”

Then swore because his dinner was not ready.

I asked him why. He said, “It is not me,

But the belly’s hungry god who gets unsteady.”

I asked him why. He said, “It is his play.

I am unmoved within, desireless, pure.

I care not what may happen day by day.”

I questioned him, “Are you so very sure?”

He answered, “I can understand your doubt.

But to be free is all. It does not matter

How you may kick and howl and rage and shout,

Making a row over your daily platter.

“To be aware of self is liberty,

Self I have got and, having self, am free.”