Old Friends Poem by Gajanan Mishra

I see my old friends here
The cows and the birds
The creepers and elephants
The trees and the mountains.

I see myself here
And I see and hear their welcome
I feel transcendental ecstasy
Liberation perfection.

What I see what I feel
Are true but not whole truth
Whole truth is get yourself free
From all desires designations.

O my friends, come
Let us convert ourselves
In to transcendental purity
By purified senses.