MYSTERY

Only one spark

But revolves fast

Emitting cyclic fire,

Deludes our eyes,

Creates an illusion

Of a Catherine wheel.

The eternal spark

Radiant and all pervasive,

The fleeting wheel

Bright but vanishing;

The mighty ocean

Deep and vast,

The rising waves

Splashing and ebbing;

The harmony of space

Cosmic and boundless,

The pot of clay

Fragile and brittle;

He is a Mystery,

I am a mirage;

Birth is not the beginning

Nor Death the end;

Long is the distance,

Labyrinthine are the ways,

Difficult is the journey,

But sure to realise

Sat, Chit, Ananda.

–M. VATHAPUREESWARN

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