Snared by the Beauty.

By Fakirchand.

My soul cries out,
snared by the beauty
of the formless one.
As I cry by myself,
night and day,
beauty amassed before my eyes
surpasses numberless moons and suns.
If I look at the clouds in the sky,
I see his beauty afloat;
and I see him walk on the stars
blazing my heart.
 
Fakirchand, quoted in: Harvey, Andrew (Ed). (2001). Teachings of the Hindu Mystics. Boston, London: Shambala Publ., P.95.

Quoted in: Harvey, Andrew (Ed). (2001). Teachings of the Hindu Mystics. Boston, London: Shambala Publ., P.77.

Last updated: 2007/07/27.

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