Unconscious on the steps of this tavern called samsara, life has forgotten me, even death has left me behind.
Forgive my intoxication – I have drunk the wine of eternity and forever lost my mind.
Though my companions are serious and determined,
I am like a puppy gambolling on the grass, a frail wisp-of-colour butterfly, a soft breeze, a hint of summer rain.
I fall so willingly into that divine madness again and again.
Alas! I am gone…you cannot meet me anymore;
now my travails are over, I have reached that distant and indescribable shore.
I am the moth burning in the flame; in the nectar heart of the lotus, I am the drowning bee.
I am the dewdrop that slipped gladly into an endless sea.
Now all that’s left is a whisper, a distant echo of lost and stolen dreams.
Listen, my friend- I will tell you a secret : nothing is as it seems!
“Dissolve the self in the supreme Self as the space in an empty pot is dissolved in infinite space; then, as the infinite, be silent forever, O Sage!” – Adhyatma Upanishad
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