In the midst of fortune,
In the fullness of affliction,
Under the raising sun or
Beneath the shade of fragrant forests,
...
When the ropes of mind no longer tie you,
And the body is seen as just a bunch of sensations,
The world will reveal its complete transparency,
And appearance within a dreamy Self.
...
Metallic armour around the shoulders,
Chains pricking the legs,
Skewers stuck in the soft chest,
Embroilment of the mind,
...
I carry with me the traces of birds left in the woven of air
I carry with me the sounds of an allegro piano playing at sunrise
I carry my childhood squeezed in the candy resting on the bottom of my purse!
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I am here for just a blink,
Born in a grain of skin, of dust
As a letter sliding through the vastness of an empty page,
As a ray of sun dancing in the air of thin time.
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In the monk's cave I hear those pleadings,
Prayers scattered in a temple of solitude
The path of renunciation sketched in metallic shades,
Resonating in the singing bowls,
...
In the flower valley encircled by profuse woods
A presence is intensively felt,
Instilling its irenic susurrus
In the oily sparks that light up the brilliant tints,
...
You saved it for last
Or not even considered it,
Scanning your heart,
A yearning was there as the impetus of Life,
...
Barren of prepared intentions,
Willing to quiet his own voice,
With a tabula rasa stance,
The artist kneels down
...
Satyam,
Original Spirit
Water and thirst together,
Unapproachable by thought's claws,
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