Where there is no sense of the worldby Akha
English version by Krishnaditya
Where there is no sense of the world,
What can one preach of true and false?
Whose birth, act, form, or name is there?
What boundary, where there is no town?
Akha, where there is no body to begin with,
The indivisible remains, as is.
|-- from Wings of the Soul: Poems of Akha: The Spiritual Poet of India, Translated by Krishnaditya|
/ Photo by Leland Francisco /
A riddle-like poem to tease our minds on this Monday morning...
When the idea of separation falls away, when there is no "this" as opposed to "that," when there is no "me" separate from "you," when we are overcome with the grand vision of everything, everything flowing together in a single, living, unified whole -- how can we then talk about body and boundary, or get caught up in pride and self-righteousness.
When there is no separation, there is also no lack, and therefore nothing to accomplish or change. We can then take our first full breath and settle into reality as it is -- indivisible.