In the 5th century B.C.
an Indian philosopher
Gautama teaches 'All is emptiness'
and 'There is no self.'
In the 8th century A.D.
Shankaracharya never agrees,
but points at Upanishads
wonders how a man
totally empty can see his disciples,
preach and teach
emptiness to emptiness?
There is self where one is selfless
smiling on thought of emptiness
Says we may feel headless or empty head
But the one who fills all space
use the device fitted in Globe on our Neck.
Self shine in its own glory in Selfless person..
wise one. humble and polite. Shines like Stars,
burning ignorance as fuel, radiating light of love silently,
with twinkling smile on lips of Mrithu jaya ananda
(BLISS OF WINNING DEATH)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem