Someone playing the flute behind the closed door;
It's sweet, getting sweeter, more and more;
I head to the door of my heart to hear,
The sound of flute in its close range;
Curiosity leads me there to see,
Who is playing behind the closed door?
I look through my divine eye - the window of my heart!
There is no one inside there!
Someone keeps playing the flute,
Behind the closed door;
It resonates, and resonates more and more;
I sit outside the closed door enjoying the flute sound;
Expectation: the insider will sometime open the door;
Suddenly, the lights started flashing,
Through the closed blinds;
I got free from the darkness overlapping me;
Everything became visible to my divine eye!
I saw the house is without doors and windows!
No insider there! No outsider there!
There is only one- reality!
I feel, I believe now, I am myself both,
The player and hearer of the flute;
In comes awareness and enlightenment!
Out goes illusion and delusion!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem