Laughter and thunder strike spontaneously,
Like thought and action springing from an unpredictable void,
Each thing is a phenomenal experience,
A face painted on faceless sand.
A non-dual reality is here,
The watcher, seeing and the seen utterly juxtaposed,
Waiting to be undoubtedly recognized,
In an instant conscious flash.
That which isn't puerile, neither matures,
Inexpressible by language or skin,
Is the precious stone, hidden
In the heart of the Lotus.
Om mani padme hum!
Excellent write. The title attracted curiosity. But then yes, it was Aum Mani padme hum! Or is there something I am missing?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write. The caption drew me out, but then yes the last line was correctly done. Aum mani padme hum!