The Arahant - Ajahn Amaro
The lone remaining wall Of a long-since fallen house, No more inside, no more outside, No more trespass for the mouse; Where a doorway and five windows Allow the winds to pass Unobstructed as they billow Through the woods, across the grass; Where sun and moon and starshine Illuminate the scene For all the folk that pass it by When wandering in the green. "I wonder who the person was Who built this mighty house, That's now a bramble garden And a home for grub and louse?" A broken ridge and rafters smashed Lie strewn across the floor And all that stands, quite ownerless, Five windows and a door. – Chithurst, 1983 Remember, to know Yourself, return to the silence before words.