All men to me are god-like Gods!
by TukaramEnglish version by Ivan M. Granger
Original Language Marathi
All men to me are god-like Gods!
My eyes no longer see
vice or fault.
Life on this suffering earth
is now endless delight;
the heart at rest and full,
overflowing.
In the mirror, the face and its reflection
watch each other;
different, but one.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
no more stream!
 | -- from Real Thirst: Poetry of the Spiritual Journey, by Ivan M. Granger |
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/ Image by Swami Stream /
A meditation on the fundamental unity and wholeness underlying the surface appearance of separation. Every pain, every broken heart, every human yearning is ultimately found to be an expression of that one psychic need -- for wholeness. Satisfy that one need at its root, and what is there left to want? The heart in endless pursuit finally attains rest and contentment. Even the world that imagines itself in fragments is seen to be whole, one fluid unity. People are are not people but divine immensities, and the perception of suffering is replaced by timeless bliss.
And, when the stream pours into the ocean...
no more stream!
(...but endless ocean.)
