You see a lust incarnate in front,
this body I wear is just a flimsy dress
a casual wear for the worldly jaunt,
a passionate lover of life is my role.

With her I daily dance, Samba the best,
but this isn't really me, if you ask.
A passing bird this, a swirl of smoke,
when the call comes to go back incognito,
I'd turn a blue bird, sitting on eternity's branch,
even if you see me here, wallowing in
all kinds of  pleasures temporal,"I am that"

A total renunciate remains awake ever in spirit,
"There isn't anything I wish to posses or embrace
Just an inn for union,I should leave this place soon"

I repeatedly tell myself, as my ancestors said
Lest I forget,"I am that; the absolute which ever, is"
equally fit, am I to sit cross legged
in the rough forest floor and chant
"Shivoham.......Shivoham"1

By and by I'd hear the hum from within
the song eternity gently rings in my ears
my desire runs deep to cut the Gordian knot
of duality at one stroke and be one with the absolute