Let all cells eavesdrop on internal echoes,
Resound, the essence of ultimate oneness.
Let them quietly chant hymns,
As the whole being converges into one wholeness,
A connecting point to creation.
The locus becomes the focus, all else merging into sublime nothingness,
What appears as many and different, seen as one.
Illusions fuse into singularity.
No more emotions, no commotions,
No breathing, no thirst, no hunger.
By the serene banks of the Yamuna,
Lost in the essence,
Immersed in the tatva's depths,
Drifting through the currents of cosmic truth,
The refrain, dheera sameere Yamuna theere, vasati vane vanamali
Dr.SV Prabhath
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