Need the walk, the meditative walk
In an ashram, green and serene
Need no talk, no chatter in mind
When among trees, their breath soothing
I have climbed them, rested on laps
I have scaled peaks, like mountain goats
Know not where I learnt these skills
There is instinct, but really is memory
And there is destiny, which for future I change
Act I must, so the walk I take
And connect inwards, for my true purpose
In an ashram, green and serene
Need no talk, no chatter in mind
When among trees, their breath soothing
I have climbed them, rested on laps
I have scaled peaks, like mountain goats
Know not where I learnt these skills
There is instinct, but really is memory
And there is destiny, which for future I change
Act I must, so the walk I take
And connect inwards, for my true purpose
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