ONLY A CONNOISSEUR
OF THE FLAVOURS OF LOVE
CAN COMPREHEND
THE LANGUAGE OF A LOVER'S HEART,
OTHERS HAVE NO CLUE.

THE TASTE OF LIME RESTS IN THE CORE OF THE FRUIT,
AND EVEN EXPERTS KNOW OF NO EASY WAY TO REACH IT.

HONEY IS HIDDEN WITHIN THE LOTUS BLOOM
-- BUT THE BEE KNOWS IT.

DUNG-BEETLES NESTLE IN DUNG,
DISCOUNTING HONEY.

SUBMISSION IS THE SECRET OF KNOWLEDGE

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED
AND NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.
WHAT IS THERE, IS THERE.

I BECAME A KING
IN MY DREAM
AND MY SUBJECTS
OCCUPIED THE ENTIRE EARTH.

I SAT ON THE THRONE RULING LIKE A LION,
LIVING A HAPPY LIFE.
THE WORLD OBEYED ME.

AS I TURNED IN MY BED
ALL WAS CLEAR:
I WAS NOT A LION
BUT A LION'S UNCLE,
A JACKASS,
THE VILLAGE IDIOT....

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED
AND NOTHING WILL HAPPEN.
WHAT IS THERE, IS THERE.

COME IF YOU WISH TO MEET
THE NOVEL MAN.
HE HAS ABANDONED
HIS WORLDLY POSSESSIONS
FOR THE BEGGAR'S SACK
THAT HANGS FROM HIS SHOULDER.
HE SPEAKS OF THE ETERNAL MOTHER
(KALI, THE GODDESS OF TIME)
EVEN AS HE ENTERS THE GANGES.

SIMPLE WORDS CAN OVERCOME
IGNORANCE AND DISBELIEF:
KALI AND KRISHNA ARE ONE.
THE WORDS MAY DIFFER --
THE MEANING IS PRECISELY THE SAME.
HE WHO HAS BROKEN
THE BARRIER OF WORDS,
HAS CONQUERED LIMITS:
ALLAH OR JESUS, MOSES OR KALI,
THE RICH OR THE POOR,
SAGE OR FOOL,
ALL ARE ONE AND THE SAME TO HIM.

LOST IN HIS OWN THOUGHTS,
HE SEEMS INSANE TO OTHERS.
HE OPENS HIS ARMS
TO WELCOME THE WORLD,
CALLING ALL TO THE FERRY BOAT
TIED TO THE COAST OF LIFE.

COME IF YOU WISH TO MEET THE NOVEL MAN

COMMIT YOURSELF TO THE EARTH
WHILE ON THE EARTH,
MY HEART,
IF YOU WISH TO ATTAIN
THE UNATTAINABLE MAN.

PLACE AT HIS FEET
YOUR FLOWERS OF FEELINGS
AND THE PRAYERS OF TEARS
FLOODING YOUR EYES.

THE MAN YOU SEEK
IS EARTHED
IN THE EARTH,
DECEASED WHILE BEING.

DYING WITH DEATH,
YOU MUST LIVE TO SEEK....

WHAT DEALINGS
CAN YOU EVER CONCLUDE
WITH SOMEONE WHO IS UNAWARE
OF THE FEELINGS IN LOVING?

THE OWL STARES AT THE SKY,
SITTING BLIND
TO THE RAYS OF THE SUN.

NEVER PLUNGE INTO THE RIVER OF LUST,
YOU WILL NOT REACH THE SHORES.
IT IS A RIVER OF NO COASTS WHERE TYPHOONS RAGE.

GO TO THE HOME OF BEAUTY AND FORM,
SHOULD YOU WISH TO SEE THE MAN WITHIN.

HIS WAYS CROSS THE SPHERE
WHERE LIFE LIVES WITH DEATH,
AND SENSE WITH INSANITY.

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND TRY TO CATCH HIM.
HE IS SLIPPING BY.

THE MAN THAT BREATHES
LIVES ON THE AIR,
AND THE OTHER, UNSEEN,
RESTS ABOVE REACH.

BETWEEN THE TWO
MOVES ANOTHER MAN
AS A SECRET LINK.
WORSHIP KNOWINGLY.

IT IS A SPORT
AMONGST THE THREE OF THEM.
MY SEARCHING HEART,
WHOM DO YOU SEEK?

BETWEEN THE DOORS
OF BIRTH AND DEATH,
STANDS YET ANOTHER DOOR,
WHOLLY INEXPLICABLE.

HE WHO IS ABLE
TO BE BORN
AT THE DOOR OF DEATH,
IS DEVOTED ETERNALLY...

. DIE BEFORE DYING,
DIE LIVING.

THOSE WHO ARE DEAD
AND YET FULLY ALIVE
AND KNOW THE FLAVORS
AND FEELINGS
IN LOVING;
THEY WILL CROSS THE RIVER.

GAZING AT
THE STREAM OF LIFE AND DEATH,
THEY SEEK INTEGRITY.

THEY HAVE NO WISH
FOR HAPPINESS AT ALL,
WALKING AGAINST THE WIND.

THEY KILL LUST
WITH LUST
AND ENTER THE CITY OF LOVE
UNATTACHED...

MY HEART
DRESS YOURSELF IN THE SPIRIT
OF ALL WOMEN
AND REVERSE YOUR NATURE AND HABITS.
MILLIONS OF SUNS
WILL BURST OPEN WITH BRILLIANCE
AND THE FORMLESS IN VISUAL FORMS.

YOU WILL SEE
WHAT CANNOT BE SEEN
ONLY IF YOU CAN BE
THE FORMLESS IN YOU.