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Never mind that the tamasa (darkness) of the world fills my every limb, every vein, but, reversely i.e., ta.. ma.. sa.. sa.. ma... ta... (equanimity)!
Oh Lord, listen further...! He (1) has become fully dissatisfied with the 'being' of personality, and has fully merged in to the 'being' of duty; now a silent smile is not enough, wants some words from your pleased face, that's all, Lord!
Now he wants to remain aloof from the periphery of cause and effect, the period of lovliness, Lord! He wants to have his being, beyond the sweetness of features, beyond smell and touch, Almighty! Devoid of alien possession, devoid of rust, the pure iron now wants to get melted in the heat of meditation, that's all, Lord!
Silent Soil :: 285
