The Journey Is The Joy

Thou art an undying distant promise, Me a slow traveller on foot Suffering separation for long, Dissipating to die on the way, I see when no end of the endless path. In gaining, getting I lose thee, In losing I seem to gain, Let this long discontent be life— Endless quench, death of death. In darkling clouds thine lightning outline Comes to be and soon goes off the sight, That I can't in eyes capture, The faint thee oft showing, as oft lost, Which in the illusion of the moonbeam, I search in every grain of creation, And scarce can still recognise. I travel, discontent my life, Yet, journey is my joy. ________________________________________________ From mahāgītā in Hindi by Osho ______________________________________________________ Translation |10.07.14 |