Neither am I only a singer,
Nor am I a listener just
I am the tears of ecstasy
Flowing from the eyes of the singer and listener
I am like a flower, blossoming from the dusty ruins
Of a destroyed heart, a corrupt mind
The blessings of a pure being, showering like
A bright sunlight, flowing into the pulse of life
None like him ever existed
None like my Teacher
His knowledge is like a rain of light into the barren darkness of our materialised minds
Each drop, he bestows from his foot
I burst into the blissful splendour of spring
Beyond words, beyond me
Beyond the mind and body
He teaches me this
Ignorance, my greatest enemy
Consciousness, a powerful tool
Life, a great gift
Existence, a reliable guide
Blissfulness, a manifestation of true human nature
Humility, my common courtesy
Transformation, my only duty.
By Samarpan Chakraborty
