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Subtle is the LordSkin, color, voice, creed and religion may, Differ, but not so, The impress of the births past, Off Compassion born of experience, Runs the common vein of humanity. Skin, color, voice, creed and religion may, Mix, but not so, The impress of the births past, Of Compassion born of experience, Nary a trace. Curious indeed is the Lord, For He hath chosen us to live together. Waiting for a dream to happen, Does man scuttle himself, Caught in his own Maya, He blames the Mother herself. Know... O’ Man, The difference between, Ma and Maya, For Him who sits, On the Mother’s lap, Depending on Her munificence, There is nothing to desire, For the Mother provides, All Experience, And He knows that, If He is meant, To Experience, She will give it to Him, As the prize of Patience. For He who projects, Unfulfilled desires into the future, There is neither the here, Nor here afterwards, Caught in the web of expectations, He gets lost in his own Maya. Know... O’ Man, Projection of Shakti, Into this universe is Maya, Which entangles, Knowing this as futile, The wise One wants not, And asks not, For as Gorakh said: When You don’t ask, You get Milk, When you ask, you get water, And when you take, you get blood! Intercourse is bliss, When it with His Shakti, Adultery it is, With any other woman. Stop not the anubhav of rasa, In anticipation of the Maha Rasa, Cut off instead the thread, Of attachments, With all rasas, Like one who drinks water, Inside a pond, While not getting wet! - Venkat |
