Life rushes past us unnoticed and unheeded.
No constancy, No consistency,
No single purpose gives it any potency.
It's seeming permanence is a mere trickery,
It's twinkling pleasures but starlight glimmers
In a vast firmament of dark tragedy.
Yet in the hidden recesses of a deepest inner secrecy
Beyond the last threshold within the temple of the Heart
There shines the golden key to this baffling perplexity:
A conclusive solution to existence's mystery,
A final response to the perennial question
That drives in it's troubled seeking
A haunted and possessed humanity.
Turn within therefore while fleeting breath lingers.
Towards that sempiternal origin hasten,
For it is also your ultimate destiny.
Find the Knowledge that liberates
From this prison-house of illusion,
And discover behind life's evanescent fantasy
The ever-lasting Truth of your undying Reality.
- Govind Nishar, 2004
No constancy, No consistency,
No single purpose gives it any potency.
It's seeming permanence is a mere trickery,
It's twinkling pleasures but starlight glimmers
In a vast firmament of dark tragedy.
Yet in the hidden recesses of a deepest inner secrecy
Beyond the last threshold within the temple of the Heart
There shines the golden key to this baffling perplexity:
A conclusive solution to existence's mystery,
A final response to the perennial question
That drives in it's troubled seeking
A haunted and possessed humanity.
Turn within therefore while fleeting breath lingers.
Towards that sempiternal origin hasten,
For it is also your ultimate destiny.
Find the Knowledge that liberates
From this prison-house of illusion,
And discover behind life's evanescent fantasy
The ever-lasting Truth of your undying Reality.
- Govind Nishar, 2004
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