until you wake up to what you really are
you'll be like the man who searches the whole jungle
for a jewel that hangs at his throat.
oil, wick, and fire: until they mingle in a cruse
they scarcely produce any light,
so how can you expect to dissipate the darkness
simply by talking about lamps?
you're the sort of fool who sees your face
in a mirror, befouled by inky filth,
and proceeds to erase the blackness
by cleaning the reflection to a shine.
surdas says, its only now the mind can see -
now that so countless many days are lost and gone -
for who has ever recognized the brilliance of the sun
but by seeing it through eyes gone blind?


-surdas, north indian vaisnava saint



nice!!!

b-n