Your shadow is Due to own Opequeness!
Like wheels
you spun round
in wonder
as you spoke
of the mysterious mountain
at the brink of heaven
that stills many waters, sailing over the waves.
And a shining lamp
burned in the midst of you!
Pointing,
he runs to the mountain.
-Hildegard von bingen
He who points at the mountain
and runs,
The master of masters,
The prophet of prophets, Points at the root,
From where all seeds Germinate,
has its roots and grow
downward, from stillness to the
breeze of breath,
Wave of action and reaction, Impulses and thoughts! The veil is fog of own delusion,
look at the image of mountain,
Make your mind as bow,
reasoning as an arrow,
place your soul as arrow head,
aiming at the mountain, Accurate shot guided by
meditation,
Crosses the land of pain and
agony!
Follow him or he will follow you
as your shade,
What you think real is the shade,
Shadow of your opaqueness,
Be transparent cleaning your
heart,
what you think your shade is
that real!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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