Illusions’ chains broken
you enter the circle of the free
wake up to state of ecstasy
of dervishes lost in dancing whirls
Experience the metamorphosis of self
that all of a sudden is flung open
the word-lit path
of the sound-light current
Secure in Love’s embrace
fly on a magic carpet
to the realm of Infinite
the All-encompassing Ocean of Light.
(Yayati)
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