Bøker av Sunil Maria Benedict

I am intoxicated with love: why should I be conscious of forms?I crave freedom from this world, what attachment have I to the world?They who are separated from their Beloved wander aimlessly from door to door:My friend dwells within me, there is no waiting for me anymore !The entire creation doth crackle much of its head for Fame.For me, the Name of my Lord is True: what attachment have I to the world?Not for a moment the Beloved forsakes me: nor I can leave the Dear one.I am in love with Him: There is no restlessness for me. Intoxicated with love, dispel thou the duality from thy heart.Delicate is the path thou hast to tread; why carry a heavy burden on the head?So says Kabir Das.