Without Form
(Rupa Rekhaa Naahi Jaara)

Without form, the sunya bodied has risen.

Water pours without wind, the forty-nine winds rage.
The water keeps on rising, without a bank, like a torrent of comets.

The sodden wet is dry, the door is shut but the eye can see.
There lies the ashrama of beginningless Brahman, no rise no decline.

Raise the foundation without attachment, hold on to the lotus feet without conception.
Desire not the vision, and you get it, when without hope or support.

No sand, no soil, yet the lake brims, use the well water rather than holy Ganga water.
You will achieve freedom, not lose your caste and get back the fruit of past good karma.

No tree root but shadow, no stem but flowers bloom.
Leaves unfurl without branches - go along this path of un-penance.

He resides as man and wife, without organs wears loin clothes.
Serve without end at the feet of that Lord, says Bhimsena the bhoi.

Translated by Priyadarshi Patnaik

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