The Process

The Process

Incessant thrashing and kneading,
Husk of egoity being removed,
Seed's purity of whiteness being seen,
Could able to see the Light Eternal,

Falling on it.

Turning red hot in the forge,

Incessant beating of the hammer,
Myriad lives of rust of ignorance being removed,

Walking on the edge of blade's steel,
Could able to see the Light Eternal,

Reflecting from it.

Bashed by praise and blame,
Health and sickness, joy and sorrow,

Nature's dualities and laws inexorable,

Torn and beaten; worn out and tired,
Surrendering to the inevitability of Unknown,
Could able to hear the Light Eternal,

From within.

Stripping off all identities,

Tearing off veils of delusion,

Standing naked, shameless, formless,

Beyond time and tide, night and day,

Could able to see the Light Eternal,

Shining from within.

Knowing naught of anything,
The lover loving the beloved,
Beyond seasons, and desires,
Possessed by the Unperceived,
Entering the realm of Silence and Stillness,

Could able to become One with,
The ineffable Light Eternal.