One night I awoke from a terrible dream
Where, winessed life structure collapsed
Disintegrated, centre lost, the decentered,
Order in disorder, death dancing all around.
Amidst the den, I saw a pilgrim silent, serene
Marching motionless in commotion all alone.
How is that? Where to he ' going? why profound
Silence in shrill reverberating around echoing?
Sudden, his steps slowed, paused awhile, looked
Around in benign benevolence grace surrounding.
In silence was his message the world should read
That ' u are That and That am I' know thyself that'.
'You and I are one, only one, nothing else is true, a
Blinking semblance, a figure without substance, a
Spirit divine, dispersed pearls from the common string.
Struggling hard to get united in divine pearly garland.'
His silence is His command that all should abide,
Feel blessed His grace, all merciful, the father, us all.
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