மெய்ப்பொருள் ஒளி
Radiance of the Real
Not as someone's daughter,
nor as the image of pleasure;
Not as someone's wife,
nor as. shadow of grace.
Not as a mother,
nor bound by name and form,
Not as a sister
nor as any known identity.
When 'Me and Mine' dissolved,
and all possessions faded away,
As rain cools the heat of Chennai,
I stepped at the temple at Mylapore
Silent, still, sacred.
There stood Karpagambal, Kabaleeswarar,
The elephant God Ganesha,
The radiant Muruga,
all merging in to one
The luminous Om,
Nameless, Formless, Eternal.
That same light shines within
in the sacred heart- space,
As the pure existence,
As the brilliant cosmic intelligence,
As boundless joy overflowing as love,
It reveals itself everywhere
As the non dual truth
Here and Now,
Manifesting as absolute bliss.

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