Immortal, Boundless Consciousness
Poem by Ayni Poet
A flame that never goes cold,
The Absolute instilling itself
Into its own perishable forms,
Making life undulate in all points.
It is that,
Which does not get old or is born,
Illness finds impossible to put down,
Gloom or overjoy won't wrap it,
Improvement or loss can't happen.
Nothing needs to be learned about it,
In silence and in noise its beats echo
Equally present and vivid in brothers and foes,
Eternally, the Heart within all hearts!
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