Do what you will with me

[Guest guest]

is only the faint reflection of reality.

By attempting to grasp reflected images,

we cheat ourselves of true experience.

Turn instead to the original,

and discover the limitless treasure of delight.

 

This realm of reflection we encounter

consists of mind, earth, wind, fire, water,

arranging and rearranging with increasing complexity.

The principle of subtle energy

evolves naturally into tangibility,

blossoming as living worlds beyond number.

A single sun reflects in countless water-bearing vessels

as these earthenware worlds are broken, one by one,

the sunlight of primal awareness remains the same.

 

Floating in the Cosmic Mother's lucent womb,

we are all contemplatives,

by taking birth in the obscure realm of separation -

we consume earth instead of nectar,

convention instead of rapture,

time instead of timelessness.

The cord that bound me to my human mother

was severed quickly and cleanly by the midwife.

Can I cut as easily this illusion of bondage to the world?

 

The passionate words of a selfish lover

at first taste sweeter than honey,

but they contain the poision of delusion.

The singer of this song once drained

the cup of selfish love

and felt the anguish of its touch.

 

But now Mother's poet tastes only her authentic bliss

and weeps with spiritual tears:

Ma Kali! Ma Kali! Ma Kali!

Great Goddess! Union of relative and absolute!

Laughing daughter of the eternal snow mountain!

Do what you will with me!"

 

Songs of Ramprasad