
Nirvanashatakam or Song of Self-Realization
If night and day are but the wink of God’s eye, A million calyxes have opened and closed in a single wink. Desire blinds and bewilders memory of love, like the slow torpor of heat escaping a tormented earth the wrath that follows is a midnight howl, a bloodless gash in the soul of man, wrought in the anvils of lust, ever gluttonous bitterness, ever paralyzing, now violent now lecherous, a pestilential torrent beating against the castle of the soul, sullen like a devil who cannot wet it. Sorrows only end when we become perfect witnesses and he who no … Continue reading Nirvanashatakam or Song of Self-Realization