The desert, the Ocean, and the Sky,
In your meditation flash by,
The Sun in the fore-head with closed eye.
The installed divinity in you begins to glow,
Unborn thoughts from Vast Unconcious flow,
With the death of the senses joy,
We are no more Time-leased instincts toy.
Nature changes, from phase to phase,
The body turns to the temple of God,
The screens of illusion withdraws the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem