Though he has no form
my eyes saw him,
his glory is fire in my mind
that knows
his secret inner form
invented by the soul.
What is
beyond the mind
has no boundary.
In it our senses end.
Mukta says: Words cannot hold him
yet in him all words are.
Though he has no form
my eyes saw him,
his glory is fire in my mind
that knows
his secret inner form
invented by the soul.
What is
beyond the mind
has no boundary.
In it our senses end.
Mukta says: Words cannot hold him
yet in him all words are.