and ask myself if there is anything i have not done to be here. i dont want my last step to be regret or incompleteness. if there is the question remaining i would ask the wandering sadhu is the longest beard the wisest yogi? i know there is a truth beyond truth and this teaches me to be humble. I am ready to learn, but who has knowledge that is greater than my own. from what quadrant of the universe is what i am, known beyond this oneness. i would wait for that or know it is the wheel turning to keep me waiting. i am done with haste and the waste it makes of peace and inner tranquility. i can be for a million more turns of the celestial dial but there is no need. what i know is who i am and what that is cannot change through any form or sense. i see many lights within but only that which is unending purusha beyond. in this what has been is no more and what will be has become, there is nothing left but the river of forgetfulness and the passage beyond the light. i feel the bricks of time crumble beneath my tread and walk upon the sky, i dance in the waterfalls of loves sweet surrender uncaring what is before or behind below or above for all points inward and none can be without this tremendous relief that all is come to stillness and the work is done, i lift the final veil of motion and the curtain of time falls free, what is here remains and endless silence contains.
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