Be solitary, be utterly alone; only then will melody sound in the lonely heart— absorbed in meditation!
Her name is Maya, the echo in consciousness!
She is a wondrous depth, the feeling of the ineffable in poetry's union!
Through crevice after crevice of the mountain this life-pilgrimage— slowly merging with luminous infinity in the non-dual mountain's embrace.
Down the winding path of sun-radiance, alone in crushed snow leaving footprints— walking away!
Soaring peak and bowing sky bound together in the play of dual waves!