Monday, September 12, 2005

Sri Sri's Adwaita

If happiness was ocean deep
If affection were skies steep
Walk the boundaries of affection we will
Swim the depths of happiness we will.

In the twinkling sounds of your fallal
In the absolute bliss of my life’s all
Multicoloured palanquins were your thoughts
Flaring fire pot was my heart of hearts
If your wishes were flowers blossoming,
If my desires were daggers on the wing
Bestow newfangled life to death we shall,
Erect ladders from earth to heaven we shall

If you were the queen of the throne
If I were the slave of habituation
My blazing agony and anguish
Your blossoming joy and bliss
Radiate akin to reeks of poison bitter
Dribble alike to drops of sweet nectar,
Scoff and mock at humanity we will,
Conquer and rule the futurity we will

If you were the spring breeze anew,
If I were the winter’s drop of dew
The bird of your life soaring
My death’s resonance roaring
In the gardens of trees spread,
In the resting places of dead
Stirring in interweaving spheres
Hollering in blazing fears
Shackle time in chains we will
Unshackle love from chains we will.

I be the pink of your lips bright
You be my future’s goddess and light
In the twinkling sounds of your fallal
In the absolute bliss of my life’s all
If happiness was ocean deep
If affection were skies steep
Scoff and mock at humanity we shall,
Conquer and rule the futurity we shall.

Sri Sri

Hazy days.

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