The one that is …

 

A dream that seems real is still a dream

Awakening that seems a dream is still a dream

Above these is a sleep deep with no dream

Then there is the one reality that is no dream

 

To react is the possible scheme

When the world comes in full steam

Through the senses flows the stream

Mind fools you in logical scream

 

Comparing with the next Ibrahim

Who has the biggest playing team

Is by far your silliest daydream

Keep away such grand extreme

 

Know that you are but a theme

In the eternal illusionary gleam

Here now in the mainstream

Tomorrow  is another sunbeam

 

Dream in a dream in a dream

You are just a thought it seam

Then why do you look for scheme

Gestalt et al of the supreme

 

Just relax and let it be Rama Dasa

See the reality in the absentee Rama Dasa

The one that is Rama Dasa

Is all that is Rama Dasa

WHEN I’M BEING, THERE IS NO ME….

Aum

 

WHEN I’M BEING, THERE IS NO ME….

 

I was born, yes it was me

I eat and sang, yes it was me

I grew and grew, yes it was me

I developed in mind, yes it was me

I developed in body, yes it was me

I built a self, yes it was me

I went to school, yes it was me

I fell in love, yes it was me

I thought of sex, yes it was me

I craved of senses, yes it was me

I gave respect, yes it was me

I vowed to parents, yes it was me

I take care, yes it was me

I fought for my country, yes it was me

I wanted money, yes it was me

I spent it quick, yes it was me

I coveted cars, yes it was me

I owned them nine, yes it was me

I lusted everything, yes it was me

I fancied watches, yes it was me

I yearned cloths, yes it was me

I desired all I saw, yes it was me

I lived only for me, yes it was me

I dreamed enterprise, yes it was me

I employed dozens, yes it was me

I grew an ego, yes it was me

I expected praise, yes it was me

I needed glory, yes it was me

I demanded superlatives, yes it was me

I got married, yes it was me

I had kids, yes it was me

I loved them, yes it was me

I they loved, yes it was me

I and I always, yes it was me

I was and nothing else, yes it was me

I yet didn’t know me, yes it was me

I am and was ignorant, yes it was me

I knew all but self and me, yes it was me

I wished one day, yes it was me

I to be, just be me, yes it was me

I was in being and then there was no me

O Rama! When I was in being, there was no me…..

You are me and I am you, but there is no me…..

ONE (the search for truth)

When I look for you, I found all as true

Like Rama’s blue, universe withdrew

 

 

When I look for you, things come into

The right brew, mixed up all through

I made it ingrew, quite easy to do

Then it shows due, the path of true

 

 

When I look for you, I found all as true

Like Rama’s blue, universe withdrew

 

By another clue, can’t show the skew

Neither the dew, nor the leaf’s true

The senses too, always lie to me two

Only world view, is to see me in you

 

When I look for you, I found all as true

Like Rama’s blue, universe withdrew

 

The world out threw, impressions undo

The roles play to, never real nor construe

Mind is the foe, slave mastering you

Designing avenue, inducing hallucinue

 

When I look for you, I found all as true

Like Rama’s blue, universe withdrew

 

Searching beyond knew, mind is shatru (enemy in Sanskrit)

Soon I flew, into the realm of true

Knowing the glue, that holds queue

To freedom pew, revealing light new

 

When I look for you, I found all as true

Like Rama’s blue, universe withdrew

 

There is no I or you and this is true

There is no two and this is the only true

There is ooh just the one sparking ado

All else is untrue, all else is so untrue

Can God be bondage too….

Sri Rama, can you too be bondage to me!

If I leave you completely can I be free?

My master’s technique clearly decree

Rama you are the divine present in me

 

Rama of history I needn’t see

Never looked to see if he really be

A man of born he was or just tree

He is pinnacle of human poetry

 

The known in Rama esprit

Unknown fruits in timeless tree

Consuming the ceaseless sea

Of thoughts and memory

 

Having pervaded the normality

Rama dotted i and crossed the t’s

The self and supreme key

Locked in one soul-mind-body

 

The more I seek and I see

You and I only vary in degree

No difference between me

And Rama, you are me and I am thee  

 

Sri Rama, can you too be bondage to me!

If I leave you completely can I be free?

My master’s technique clearly decree

Rama you are the divine present in me