As one dewdrop on a blade of grass
reflects the entire sky
so do your mind’s lake reflect macrocosms
but see not its own reflection
Only the inseeing eye
lets you see the flux in mind
the inner light engulfing the entire
till you see nothing but emptiness
In a flash you realize
what hears the sounds is not the mind
nor it’s the void.
The one who knows the answer is enlightened.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem