The search
I have
been a wanderer long
In this
world of transient things.
I have
known the passing pleasures thereof.
As the
rainbow is beautiful
But
soon vanishes into nothingness,
So have
I known,
From
the very foundation of the world,
The
passing away of all things
Beautiful, joyous and pleasurable.
As the
moon is full and serene,
In the
day of harvest
So am I
In the
day of my Liberation
Simple
as the tender leaf am I
For in
me are many winters and many springs.
As the
dew drop is of the sea,
So am I
born
In the
ocean of my Liberation
As the
mysterious river
Enters
the open seas,
So have
I entered
Into
the world of Liberation
This is
the end I have known.
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Nitya
My
brother died,
We were
as two stars in a naked sky.
He was
like me ;
Burnt
by the warm sun
In the
land where there are soft breezes,
Swaying
palms,
And
cool rivers,
Where
there are shadows numberless,
The
bright coloured parrots and chattering birds.
Green
tree tops,
Dancing
in the brilliant sun,
Golden
yellow sands,
And
blue green seas.
Where
the world lives in the shadows of the sun,
Where
the earth is baked dull brown,
Green
sparkling rice fields,
Luscious in the slimy waters
Shinning brown naked bodies,
Free in
the dazzling light.
The
mother with her suckling babe by the roadside,
The
wayside shrine,
A
devout lover
Offering gay flowers.
Intense
silence
An
immense peace.
He
died,
I wept
in loneliness.
Where’er I went I heard his voice
And his
happy laughter.
I
looked for his face
In
every passer-by
And
asked them if they had met with my brother
But
none could give me comfort.
I
worshipped,
I
prayed,
But the
Gods were silent.
I could
weep no more,
I could
dream no more.
I
sought him in all things,
Among
all climes.
I heard
the whispering of many trees,
Calling
me to his abode.
In my
search,
I
beheld Thee,
O Lord
of my heart,
In Thee
alone
I saw
the face of my brother
In thee
alone,
O my
eternal Love,
Do I
behold the face
Of all
the living and all the dead.
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I
walked on a path through the jungle
Which
an elephant had made,
And
about me lay a tangle of wilderness.
The
voice of desolation fills the distant plain.
And the
city is noisy with the bells of a tall temple.
Beyond
the jungle are the great mountains,
Calm
and clear.
In the
fear of Life
The
temptation of sorrow is created.
Cut
down the jungle – not one mere tree,
For
Truth is attained
By
putting aside all that you have sown.
And now
I walk with the elephant.
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