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To Bhagavan

Teacher. Guru. Firmament.
All I was, therein I spent.
Teacher. Guru. Root and Branch.
Stirring silent avalanche.

Should the mountains fall around me
and the world erupt in flames
or my enemies surround me
I will ward His sacred names.

All possessions, all desires
are chimeras of the mind.
Better cast them in the fires
to forgetfulness assigned.

Teacher. Guru. Fecund Field.
Nameless your amorphous yield.
Teacher. Guru. Lotus Law.
Without passions. Without flaw.

As the night is torn by thunder;
warlike horns upset the sea,
karmic wheels are torn asunder.
Bhagavan is here with me.

Should the sun rise cleft and cloven,
Mighty Ganges dry each morn'.
Natures’ garlands, deftly woven,
Arunachala adorn.

Teacher. Guru. Timeless core.
Maya made this earthly shore.
Teacher. Guru. Hull and sail.
Ignorance must not prevail.

My heart flies free and soaring
to your heavenly abode.
All the commerce, all the warring
grief alone have they bestowed.

Let your blissful gaze enchant me
as heroic tales a lad.
Throw the world away and grant me
what no man has ever had.




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Publicerad 2023-11-06 19:15



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  Ulf Carlsson VIP
Fint flöde i rytm och rim! Omkvädet koncentrerar temat och fungerar som ett slags formel i bönen och suggererar en känsla av samhörighet med "Den Höge".

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