The Initiatic Death -Poem-8 (My Life And Quest)
No other thought my mind can hold:
Night and day on you I cry,
Lord of Mystery manifold,
Death through whom I long to die!
No other thought my mind can hold:
Night and day on you I cry,
Lord of Mystery manifold,
Death through whom I long to die!
There is no one here.
Life now is an empty boat
Governed by remote control,
The lunatic helmsman gone.
Waves rise up…
Suddenly I was not. Seeing remained,
Not any one who saw. Thoughts still appeared…
No one to think. And all this was not new,
No change of state, for I not only was not
But never had been; only through some spell—
Ignorance—suffering—sin—what name you
will*— Imagined that I was.
There is naught else but Thee.
Who is it that suffers?
Bhagavan!
I come to knock for release— It is enough . . . .
in my dream.