Om

I have gone off the deep end,
for I swore you were there and I saw you
for a moment but were gone.
You walk with grace,
You possess what no one may,
In your hands, like a whip
rests all eternity.
You come and go,
and brighten with your passing
as the day shines brighter after you,
and every page is tossed away
like so many lives forgotten.
You've got the secret,
the wordless equanimity.
All ideas must come to you to find their validity.
Let me forget, let me forget the drama,
where one man tries to dominate another.
And in the silence, I ask myself
things I don't really care if I know
will I ever walk with your grace?

time has gone by, it was felt, and forgotten,
deep in the silence, deep in the soul,
there in your sacred garden you wept.
Surrounded by the enlightened souls YOU awakend,
who love you now, and loved you then.
An homage to you, our mother,
having once lost your mind,
you dared never return.
Now all is yours, and we all have come to know you as our own;
never again may we be parted.

As a thousand angels sing from every direction,
an angel-king walks you to your home.
At last you've reached it,
While the rest may only say "We're going."
You alone have gone.

So now, I speak with love - not my own,
I speak with the love of every atom in my being,
with every river I flow,
every star who shines above,
and every shore below.
There, Thus, Thou. That.

Tat tvam asi, and om tat sat,
you have returned to be.