Yogi Digambara

The Naked Hermit
I shun yet cannot hate mankind
For hatred hath no peace of mind
In simple shelter, living nude
With simple food, and solitude
Forgetful of the days gone past
In peace to be alone at last
A hut to keep out wind and rain
This poverty has been my gain
No creeds or politics so crude
Shall here disturb my solitude
Away from men and human herds
My friends the squirrels and the birds
But now and then, a sincere soul
Will make my little hut his goal
And will the worldly life refute
And find peace with the absolute
And have all joy and happiness
With guru, god, and naturalness
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