Sunday, November 27, 2022

One is enough...

(2469)  Ei ucchala unmada vay

Upon this same pervasive, insane wind,
Unto someplace unknown the mind drifts.
The chains of home it wants to strip off,
Having loved a far, azure tint.

There are no rigid practices–
No tardiness, no swiftness.
Tears of sorrow are not shed;
Free mind is lost within the Infinite.

What occurred, I cannot comprehend;
I do not know who came, who went.
In trade for everybody, with the One along,
I'm absorbed in just that One in private.

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