THE SECRET OF SECRETS

The Secret of Secrets

To discover that thing –

The ultimate thing

And truth.

That man is

nothing but

Pure, cold, relentless sight,

A laser like

Consciousness that

Cuts through things,

Splits, rips and uncovers!

And then bursts

Forth an ecstasy

That is the very fount, the

Very source….

One is struck like

Lightening, cut, torn,

Bleeding with joy.

Bleeding because

Painlessness and

No possibility of it

Can be the most

Incommunicable agony!

That thing, that secret of

secrets knows no rest.

Springs are attached

To one’s feet and

One goes on and on…

A being possessed

And never to be redeemed!

A laughter –

Continuous, incredible

And filling one

Every moment with

Awe and wonder at the preciousness

Of one’s existence.

And then death too never comes

The very thing that is eternal

Takes birth – ever new-

Every moment.

If this is possible,

Who cares for the world’s

Blindness and follies?

One becomes detached,

Cut off, fearless

And without feeling,

One feels too much and

It remains ununderstood in

The ordinary business of life…

Reveling in one’s

Aloneness, a flame

Complete unto itself

And needing nobody and nothing.

But by that very fact

One attracts the best in men.

And inspires like

Nobody else and nothing.

One transforms the

World and the effect

Is felt long after the work

Is done….

The work –

By its very infinitude –

Causes the world’s events

Shaping things everywhere!

Like the Sun,

A complete man

Gives forever!