Immortal spirit knows no end
Rising up again and again
Like some spring perennial
Spurting f r om truth's fount.
Up the mountain path we go
With one who reached its peak
O ! comrade give your hand to me
And let m e join your song.
Shall such a petty thing as death
Keep him away from us ?
Who lived in Bhagavan's presence
Breathing Arunachala's dust.
Let us mirthfully laugh
At all cenotaphs
And allow corpses as manure for corn ;
The SELF remains untouched by this
As if he were never born.
Note:
This article was published as it is in " The Mountain Path" Vol 7 No. 4 Oct 1970" and written by DR. P. J. SAHER.
About Dr. P. J. Saher:
Dr. P. J. Saher, a Parsi doctor living at Muenster in West Germany, is President of the Internationale Gesellschaft fur Religionsphilosophie und Geistesgeschichte. He is also a close friend of the Altbuddhistische Gemeinde of Utting am Ammersee, which has become The Mountain Path agent for
Germany and Austria.
Note : The only objective of sharing this article is to compile the thoughts and work of Dr. P.J. Saher at one place for benefit of his followers.
This article was published as it is in " The Mountain Path" Vol 7 No. 4 Oct 1970" and written by DR. P. J. SAHER.
About Dr. P. J. Saher:
Dr. P. J. Saher, a Parsi doctor living at Muenster in West Germany, is President of the Internationale Gesellschaft fur Religionsphilosophie und Geistesgeschichte. He is also a close friend of the Altbuddhistische Gemeinde of Utting am Ammersee, which has become The Mountain Path agent for
Germany and Austria.
Note : The only objective of sharing this article is to compile the thoughts and work of Dr. P.J. Saher at one place for benefit of his followers.
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