ऐसा प्रतीत हो रहा है कि वह
भीतरी दोष-समूह सब
जल-जल कर
बाहर आ गये हों,
जीवन में पाप की प्रश्रय नहीं अब,
पापी वह
प्यासे प्राणी को
पानी पिलाता भी कब?
कुम्भ के मुख पर प्रसन्नता है मुक्तात्मा-सी
तैरता-तैरता पा लिया हो
अपार भव-सागर का पार।
जली हुई काया की ओर
कुम्भ का उपयोग कहाँ ?
संवेदन जो चल रहा है भीतर...!
भ्रमर वह
अप्रसन्न कब मिलता है?
उसकी भी तो काया काली होती है,
सुधा-सेवन जो चल रहा है सदा!
काया में रहने मात्र से
काया की अनुभूति नहीं,
माया में रहने मात्र से
माया की प्रसूति नहीं,
उनके प्रति
लगाव-चाव भी अनिवार्य है।
सावधान हो शिल्पी अवा से
एक-एक कर क्रमशः
It seems to appear as if
All the jumble of inner vices
On being burnt off
Has emerged out,
There is no protection in life for sins now,
When does a sinner
Make a thirsty being
Even to drink water ?
On the face of the pitcher, there reflects joy as that of a liberated soul
As if, while swimming constantly, the other extremity Of the endless, ocean of existence has been reached. Where is the applied consciousness of the pitcher Towards its scorched body ? It is the introspection which is transpiring inwardly....! When does the large black bee Is found unhappy ? Its body too is dark black indeed, Although it is found always busy with gathering honey!
Only by being into a body
The bodily perceptions aren't necessarily gained,
Illusions aren't born
Due to merely dwelling into illusory worldliness,
The sense of attachment and longing too
Is inevitable for them.
The Artisan, having a cautious approach towards the Kiln One by one, in an orderly manner,