Welcome to my humble abode,
Said the God of death to
The small brahmin boy.
You who have come of ur own,
Where the mighty fear to tread,
You who have spent three long days
In peace and tranquility
Patience and persistence,
Refusing food and drink,
After the long journey from the world of
Humans and the dimension of
The green planet,through the wastelands of death.
How may I serve you? How may i compensate
The austerity of ur three days of fast?
A boon for a day each may i grant.
May my father find favour in me,
May i know the path to heaven,
May i know the truth about life after death,
And the transmigeration of souls;
And never can i find a teacher more suitable
Than yourself o noble sir.
Beneath ur fearful and terrible appearance
Lies a compassionate heart and a timeless wisdom
Be thou my abode and solace
Quench this terrible thirst for knowledge
Which burns in me.
The first two consider it done and more;
The third is much too heavy a toll
That u ask noble child
For one so young as you,
Shall i grant the longest life possible
Full of sights and sounds
And belongings and power and control
Over vast worlds
May the world of living look upon you as lord and master
May your name and fame be
Made of the stuff of mythology for all time,
But release me oh merciful from the third boon
The truth of which escapes even Gods
Money and power and name and fame
Will i have of it none
That which is within time
Which has a begining and end
Is not what i have braved these
Troubles for to be by ur side
Pray tell me sir for i will not release
You from ur word and commitment
I will have the truth abouth death
And nothing short of it
So be it oh most qualified of enquiriers
Thou who have rejected the pleasant
For the good
That which thou seek is the vibration of om
And the silence fore and after
Which includes everything within time and space
And beyond
That which cannot be comprehended
Or experienced for it is the eternal knowing self
As against the transcient world of forms
The unexplainable death which thou enquire about
Is seeing the mulpiplicity in the one
Causing death and rebirth in different wombs
The one is the self within, which is the world without
And the bodies and subtler bodies
The one takes the shape of many
And also fills the space outside of the shapes
The one when realised as i am
In the expression of beingness
Causing all desires to fall away,
Leaving the self immortal
Hearing the eternal truth
From competant source,
The frail fearless boy
Contemplating on truth,
And absorbing it,
Becomes the truth
So may it be, the
Case of all sincere enquirers.
mystiq
