Jan 13 2014

Akha – Where there is no sense of the world

Published by at 10:54 am under Poetry

Where there is no sense of the world
by 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 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.






Akha

India (1600? – 1650?) Timeline
Yoga / Hindu : Advaita / Non-Dualist

The non-dualist poet-saint Akha lived sometime in the early seventeenth century in the Gujarat region of India. In his youth, Akha worked as a goldsmith.

Tradition says two early events profoundly changed his life: The first occurred when he was falsely accused of stealing from the mint of a local ruler and was jailed for a time, before he was later shown to be innocent. The second incident occurred when a family friend accepted a gold necklace in return for some money she had placed with him for safekeeping. This woman later questioned the purity of the gold Akha had used and took it to another goldsmith for testing, only to find out that it was more pure than she had thought. Akha was shaken when he discovered how easily his integrity could be questiond and he began to turn inward.

Akha left his occupation and travelled throughout India in search of spiritual knowledge, finally attaining self-realization. He then began to recite poetry to express his realization in a non-doctrinaire way.

It is surprising that so few translations of his work currently exist in English, for his poetry has the power and sometimes irreverent wisdom of other well-loved poets like Kabir.

More poetry by Akha

3 responses so far

3 Responses to “Akha – Where there is no sense of the world”

  1. j carlinon 14 Jan 2014 at 10:51 am

    sadly I have been repeatedly learning
    all those lessons since early childhood
    “onward thru the fog”

  2. milviaon 14 Jan 2014 at 1:34 pm

    THE POEMS YOU SO INTUITIVELY SELECT FROM THOSE SAGES, ARE NOT ONLY A CONFORT IN MY ROUTINES, THEY TRULY UPLIFT AND REFRESH ME IN THIS “ROAD LESS TRAVELED…” YOU HAVE COME TO REPRESENT ONE OF MY MOST APPRECIATED CONTACTS, AND AM MOST SINCERELY GRATEFUL FOR YOUR E-MAILS… I HOPE YOU CONTINUE TO SHARE YOUR LOVE WITH THE WORLD SO MUCH IN NEED…AND HAVE A WONDERFUL 2014!…

  3. Peter Mountainon 14 Jan 2014 at 5:29 pm

    Where there is no sense of the world,
    “There is a possibility that Tom Bombadil might forget about the ring and might lose it.”

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