Monday, September 30, 2013

Advaita

There is who to sing, and want me to listen
Silence or noise, the voice is heard within
Perpetually sung and heard all life alone
In rhythm or random neither being solemn
Thoughts alone can answer the question
No mind is enlightened in void of reason
Every breath connected to the life given
Mind emanated from matter’s transformation
Amidst ‘I’ emerge out of self-perception
In reality, ‘I’ am just any other illusion
Matter is all one, is mind the other one?
All is just a matter that can never be seen