The Spiritual Mandate. Poem by Subrata Ray

Fight not with your shadow,
Nor look at the charming meadow,
Still nor be greedy for easy companions,
Be lonely, live alone, alone, alone.

If ever happens a friend -Devine,
Purified, devotional, and wise,
Be sure, you have your prize,
For the path of renunciation.

Illusion leaves you when in utter isolation,
Isolation leads to static -concentration,
Then the realisation springs as liberation.

The knowing of the Atman is the goal,
For the Atman is the un-reacted Soul,