The wise call him Jeevan Mukta
Liberated while living
He knows he has no name
The awakened one
The one who is aware
Yet anchored to his body
Ever the silent witness.
Doing, does naught
Speaking, laughing, working,
Divinely loving, he is
More sincere than any
Yet ever standing apart
He sees the body, mind, ego
The dream drama world
For him, days and nights
Months and years
Pass as single day
No yesterday, nor morrow
All eternal now!
He journeys, yet travels not
Ever still in stillness
Amidst the raucous crowds
Or in busy traffic roar
Aware of living silence
Home, eternal home!
A mind with no scrap of desire
A will, one with the universe
An enjoyer, no more
Evaluating, judging none
He sees no right nor wrong
Ever peaceful and content
Harmless to everyone
No lust, greed or avarice
No need of name or fame
Neither attachment nor aversion
Nor expectation nor complaint
Ever mars his inner peace.
No distinction of high and low
No ego, no shame
Neither happy, nor sad
But a blissful fountain deep
Living totally on grace
Effortlessly, everything gets done
His very living presence
Silently reminding one
All is well, and peace to all
Know this world be not your home!
For him all food is bland
Tasting more like ash
In the absence of mind
The prompting of hunger alone
Puts morsels in his mouth.
A rare miracle of nature
This one has escaped the wheel
Fully liberated while living
The one who merely sees
A blessing to everyone
He prefers to live unknown
Should you chance to stumble upon him
Bask in the glance of this philosopher’s stone
A blessing compared to none!
Fear of all fears – of death
Banished once and forever
Knowing directly for sure
When time doth strike the body
And his desireless mind
Perish not, shall he
Cherishing no thought nor desire
No more shall he dream
Of the jar, awash in the sea
Never ever to return
The laughter of silence
The deathless essence
Sacred awareness pure
The eternal truth
Ever to endure!
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