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A liberated sage only has no world. This world is an illusion or unreal for a man of discrimination. - The Divine Life Society

Entranced, I sit, renounced of every care.

From multitudes of things not really there,

I am withdrawn, a sage, a mystic, shunned

By the impassioned slaves who pass me, stunned

To see one from illusion's grasp set free,

Who knows this illusory world to be

The prank of Maya; that great cosmic jest

Which makes a sport of life's deluding zest,

And passions fire only to burn therewith

The lust-crazed victims of Varuna's myth.

Nothing is ventured, nothing here is gained,

For "here" is an illusion, as explained

By the awakened ones who have achieved

Emancipation, and are thus relieved

Of naught (for all around is naught, we know),

And their steadfast escape from nothing show

Through still quiescence by Fate's hand dispensed

Upon them, that their lives might work against

The tide of mass deceit that is this world

Which plagues all life into the cosmos hurled.

The universe is jugglery alone;

The joke's on them who think itís really known.


K.D. Taylor is the author of The Cosmic Oddball, a book of poetic satires.