This Dream – Poem-26 (My Life And Quest)
This shadow-world of sorrow
This face bereft of sight
These shadows of tomorrow
This dream
This shadow-world of sorrow
This face bereft of sight
These shadows of tomorrow
This dream
Free from him who never was,
Free from him and free from care,
Free to work or stand and stare,
Free from fear and from desire,
You can’t give; you can only refrain from stealing,
Like a servant who says: “All right, I’ll let you keep
Your change from marketing, your soap and cheese.
He will not compromise, will not accept
Half measures from you. Either he lives or you—
You just happen to be
Because X met Y;
For awhile you are free
To reason why,
And then you die—
So they say.
That consciousness am I, that Vast Expanse
Of pure serene, that One without a form—
Not even One but Am-ness undefined.