Space fractures for a moment
And focal points emerge as laser lights,
Billions of manifested lives
Experience the fugitive dream lounge of form.
Consciousness hooded by unconsciousness,
Outlooking, seeking for itself,
A farce put on stage, in the garden
Of mystical lovers of Truth!
Some are intoxicated with the floral charm,
Others seek for nourishment and sip
From the glass that sweetens the bitteness
And makes molecules feel full and alive.
A sketch portrait of Emptiness,
Adorned with vain words and chants
But the second passed now
And Brahman awoke!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful piece. Fantastic imagery. Enjoyed immensely.