leaving the great vehicle is the hardest part
a familiar place of dharmas and ritual
a clinging to the formulations no longer with reward
whats left is neither right or wrong
black white or shades of the inbetween
had i fallen between the grains of sand
on the shore on which i arrived
i noticed not and cared even less i kept falling
always arriving on time in time with time
counting the blessings along the way
one two three maybe a billion losing count
a beautiful thought lost in its own right
to describe the indescribable now thats a mission
a statement in itself worth every word or not
pausing before disembarkation looking back
over the shoulder seeing the other shore
on the other side a distance away
i see my reflection or is it me looking at me
bouncing between the faces i feel i never left
Never stop being you, Kumar 
I know this was a while ago, Kumar, but this is lovely. Thank you for sharing your heart.
“always arriving on time in time with time”