Ashram

One begins anew

All alone

None for company

To speak to or share

Nobody to help

But your hands and legs

Nobody to feel

Your hurts and wounds

Each day passes

But very slowly

Strong is the resolve
Yet one feels lowly

Life is no celebration

But thorn and pain

A smile on the face

Keeps darkness at bay

What one can bear

The limit is extended

Strength multiplies

When weakness is tested

It is an ashram

As viewed by the wise

To learn and master

The secrets of life

When the seclusion is over
Everything appears strange

One is no more the same

But the world is the same

Flow with the world

But with discretion
Pitfalls there being many
Manouvre your way with wisdom!