Like the last morning star

In a dream, in one moment
fifty years can pass.
When the eyes open, it is all illusion.
Such is living in the body.

The world is like the last morning star-
it is fast disappearing-
like a pearl of dew,
like water held in the hollow of your hands.

Out of castles of smoke
the mind creates its kingdom.
It is all phantom shadows,
it can never be true.

The divine has many dimensions-
it is the manifest, it is the unmanifest.
In their nature, water and ice are one,
sun and sunshine are one.

By the grace of my master, Charandas
all doubt has vanished,
all words and arguments dissolved.
*Sahajo is left natural.

*woman mystic from Rajasthan, India (1725-1800)