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By Lalla

I was passionate 

I was passionate,

 filled with longing,

 I searched

 far and wide.

But the day

 that the Truthful One

 found me,

 I was at home.

Think On 

Think within thee, till the light of day

 Be as the darkness of very night—

Till the self-illuminated Way

 Show thee the Darkness to be but Light.

Then shall the bounds of the solid Earth

 Mingle with the liquid of the Sky:

 Then shalt thou gain freedom from Re-birth,

 Merging into Shiv the Self on high.

When the nectar of the waning Moon

 Riseth to feed the awaiting Sun,

 What is it aught but an empty boon?

 Booty that the maw of Rah hath won.

Yet shall Self-illuminated Thought

 Show another picture, late or soon:—

Ignorance blind—as a demon caught;

 Rah himself as booty of the Moon.

There be that to know and to be known.

 There be knowledge, too, to know them by.

 By the Light in thee shall both be shown,

 Thinking and thinking, if thou but try.

Rah it was came booty for the Moon;

 Now shall the Moon be booty of thine.

 Think on, and both shall a void soon:

 Only shall remain the Thought Divine. 

For ever we came 

For ever we come, for ever we go; 

 For ever, day and night, we are on the move. 

 Whence we come, thither we go, 

 For ever in the round of birth and death, 

 From nothingness to nothingness. 

 But sure, a mystery here abides, 

 A Something is there for us to know. 

 (It cannot all be meaningless).