The man next door

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