Now,To Unlearn,I'm At HIS School!

Least bothered about those around,
Trailing the mystiques that abound;
Laughed at,but carefree,he proceeds,
The Lord governing all his deeds;
He loves all,but requires none,
HE-his mate for the seamless fun;
He knows not nor craves for it,
Dull-yet his path forever lit;
The fool-free of the thought traps,
Proceeds without the road maps;
For,at home he already is,
Consciousness,his acid for bliss;
Wishing I was a perpetual fool,
Now,to unlearn,I'm at HIS school!