Under the banyan tree, sits the radiant
master, knowledge embodied, in silence
Serene mood, full of grace profound, watch
ready to shower the words of grace.
Pupils gaze at the sublime visage in
admiration, ready seek doubts, quelled
Of subtleties of knowledge of the divine
means, cross deep waters ignorance.
Questions raised of creation, which,
the caused the matter transformed
from primordial power, the life sprung
shaping the form from void shadow?
What mystery the death hides from
mortals, where It leads to unknown
regions and transform and transmute
It's booty back or not to earth, snatched?
Where does the spirit dwell in or out? from
Its created wings outspread, dove like sits
hovering around hatching it's fresh creation.
None knows for certain what it does about?
How to know the unknown known, a means
to realise the self, that unlocks the locked
mysteries all stagged, stringed, linked in One
Whole, the master nay! Pray ur grace reveal.
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