This world as we see, is just a play,
Driven by hollow perceptions of the mind.
There is a wheel of emotions and feelings
That churns the heart of every individual.
The way out of this misery is,
To walk on the path of liberation.
It’s only a few fortunate ones
Who travel on the path of liberation.
Bounded by actions and desires
The rest are subjected to unending grief.
But the one who comes to this path
Sets himself free from this finite world.
He neither desires nor is he averse
To any objects in this world.
Be it sorrow or joy, happiness or remorse
He becomes indifferent to either of them.
Yet he performs his sacred duties
Remaining unattached to the fruits of the action.
There will come a thousand thorns
Yet they seem like a bed of roses to him.
He certainly will fall and crumble,
But never does he feel broken and fallen.
For he has crossed the ocean of duality, and
Remains established in the supreme state.
Love and peace have become his nature
Knowledge and wisdom his only companion,
Ever pure he lives in total equanimity.
He has no enemies nor any friends
For everyone and everything is his
On this path of liberation.
P.S. – Inspired by The Supreme Yoga – Yoga Vasishta.