You sit in ecstacy, the knots pierced, The moon risen, Sun in your soul, Light in thy eyes. The heart sleeps, Joy seeps, Eternally, eternally... Seems there's no end, Seems like forever.
Open thy eyes, Some kind of divine, Some kind of ecstacy, Some kind of eternity -
Thus this world unrelatable.
Slowly I wake, Footsteps shake, I see all as a fable - A dream, a state between here and there, I have already crossed over.
The wine intoxicates me not, Nor the women, Nor the world and its charm or its fantasies.
The sun has set, The night is still, The deeper the silence...
Oh God! And I awake, For the body is alive, Still of this world - Too soon to leave, But a taste of ecstacy, A taste of bliss, The harmony of the cosmos, The vacancy of illumination, The calming of the chaos, The ordering of the disorded,
Well, there is much work on the earthly plane - sceptics in denial, holy knots, And yet, You sit there, on your mountain throne, The symbol of the ultimate experience -
I can but bow to you,
Callous it is for a mortal to claim that he is you - you are you - we are you.
Suprotim Choudhury
You sit in ecstacy, the knots pierced,
The moon risen,
Sun in your soul,
Light in thy eyes.
The heart sleeps,
Joy seeps,
Eternally, eternally...
Seems there's no end,
Seems like forever.
Open thy eyes,
Some kind of divine,
Some kind of ecstacy,
Some kind of eternity -
Thus this world unrelatable.
Slowly I wake,
Footsteps shake,
I see all as a fable -
A dream, a state between here and there,
I have already crossed over.
The wine intoxicates me not,
Nor the women,
Nor the world and its charm or its fantasies.
The sun has set,
The night is still,
The deeper the silence...
Oh God!
And I awake,
For the body is alive,
Still of this world -
Too soon to leave,
But a taste of ecstacy,
A taste of bliss,
The harmony of the cosmos,
The vacancy of illumination,
The calming of the chaos,
The ordering of the disorded,
Well, there is much work on the earthly plane - sceptics in denial, holy knots,
And yet,
You sit there, on your mountain throne,
The symbol of the ultimate experience -
I can but bow to you,
Callous it is for a mortal to claim that he is you - you are you - we are you.
Om Namah Shivaya
Thou art that
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