On the Mighty Mountain

Before dawn;

Lustrous stars,

On the distant bank of sky.

The moon with her soft, exquisite shine

Steals quietly away behind a verdant hill.

Cicadas....ray-rai,

Wild insects, frogs, large and small,

Sing melodies

In harmony with the clamorous stream and falls

Of water, gushing through rocks, whipping by clusters of trees,

So incessantly,

Under a shed,

By a projecting stone,

I sit, listening to nature,

Watching, watching:

Contemplating the Citta٭  and meditating on the self.

In this quiet presence,

As all is peaceful, still, and damply cold,

I inwardly maintain the state of oneness.

I have discovered nature

Of  interpenetration,

 Without opposites.

And I have found

That life and non-life

And all that exist

Are but nature`s vitals.

They are the stream that flows,

The stream of mighty nature,

Immense, infinite,

Beyond reckoning.

we are one

With all things.

We are a unit, a particle of dust,

Tiny indeed on this very earth.

There is nothing gained, nothing lost,

Nothing come, nothing gone.

Thus evident is unity.

Wherefore should lives trespass one another?

                                  O non-violence !