Walk alone through the lonely aisle

Walk alone through the lonely aisle,
The chirping of birds, the songs of crickets
The solitary cold stairs, ups and down laid.
I walk alone there slowly miles after miles,
I flow with the silence and a blank mind.
The identity doesn't binds you there anymore.
Jealousy, greed, success, failure bothers no more .
Like a blank sheet, there's no emotion, thoughts ever exists.
Like I am, was and will, even the body don't persists.
The vastness of chaos murmur to find the inner self further.
Slowly I realise the miniscule role of mine and the game of the creator
©babaji_ubach