We like to stay,
In between the glassy snow curtains,
And wish to mingle as reflections...

In a low voice, as low as the dawns chant,
in the horizon,
My Guru said,
Dear give freedom to the I, from the cage
Words of him eloped with the wind, sowing,
the seeds of silence for a spring..
I shouted, "I want to see the beauty around,
With falling honey,
You are on the wrong path, dear.
Guru warned."
You are with the nasty storms...
You are blind, see, the reclamation of the mountain Mynaka amidst the sea.
Now,
And now knows I am,
I am always the truth and nothingness
Then,
All the words of wisdom without soul disappear,
Now all are I am
And, beyond and beyond the cage..

(C)Ravindranath Kunnath