I was dead, then alive.
Weeping, then laughing.
The power of love came into me,
and I became fierce like a lion,
then tender like the evening star.
He said, ‘You're not mad enough.
You don't belong in this house.'
I went wild and had to be tied up.
He said, ‘Still not wild enough
to stay with us! '
I broke through another layer
into joyfulness.
He said, ‘Its not enough.'
I died.
And this world will keep on saying even after death......So is life and so is human thoughts.
These beautiful poem suggests to me that the attainment of true knowledge and enlightenment requires a form of higher madness, beyond the cruder from of madness, and the colloquial way of describing madness as being BESIDE oneself strikes me as quite accurate: you have to step outside and beyond your limiting small I to get there.