Who is it that dwells in this house of mine?
I cannot determine, within a whole lifetime….
I cannot determine, within a whole lifetime….
Shifts and moves in the eastern nook
I cannot see, no matter how hard I look.
Close by, not too far,
In the world’s bazaar
Try as much as I can, there is no sign.
I cannot see, no matter how hard I look.
Close by, not too far,
In the world’s bazaar
Try as much as I can, there is no sign.
Everyone says it’s the Bird of the Heart
I listen in, without my lips apart…
Is it Water? Or, Fire of the hearth?
Wind, perhaps? Or, maybe the Earth?
Could someone please for me disentwine?
I listen in, without my lips apart…
Is it Water? Or, Fire of the hearth?
Wind, perhaps? Or, maybe the Earth?
Could someone please for me disentwine?
I myself know nothing of my own house
And knowing others is to what I espouse!
Lalon says, “The Other
Is that which has no Other.
What that visage is like, and what a face is mine!”
And knowing others is to what I espouse!
Lalon says, “The Other
Is that which has no Other.
What that visage is like, and what a face is mine!”
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