MAHANANDA'S MOTTO (1975)

I love that existential emptiness-

That realm of the Beyond

   In which I've placed my heart-

The great void which Being can only fulfill

It is that womb of warmth,

Nourished by the flame, IT'S pure love,

In which we were created and to which we return.

                                         

Or feel it, the stagnant pool of a Self-made

Spacetime trap, drowning away hope,

               Which only you can create and which you can destroy.

Listen to the reverberating pleasantness of existence itself,

After all the tantalizing delusions are left behind.