Your Maya

I was then hardly five residing at Muri by hill side my mother and my aunt told me i wanted to go on hill top and meditate there; when i came into my existence i wanted to leave my home, desired to go on exile where i could meditate but your maya always prevented me suggested me to live in worldly affair and to discharge my duty that i performed with devotion At thirty two i left the home went to varanasi as a vagabond within two days i realised i have my wife and two sons Lord Buddha was a prince he had nothing to think so, i returned back When i came back i saw every one weeping for my presence I pledged never to quit since then discharging my duty only death can separate me. These all are your maya which is permeating the life of every creature to live in and to die for home. But, now my home is this world.