Anahata - The Unstruck Sound
Hopes and dreams of a lifetime,
A thousand fervent prayers.
I gathered them up and walked
Like a beggar to her abode.
But as I reached those doors
The laughter spilling out
Blew away all my prayers
Like dry leaves in the wind.
What now should I beg for
From this strange queen
Who robs you of hunger
And soaks you in bliss?
Jai Bhairavi!
Your presence is a dagger
That you buried in my heart.
The pain screams within
That all I considered life
Is now forever lost.
A wicked dagger indeed
For my dying moment
Seems to stretch on and on
As life pours out of me
In final abandon
As I walked this dark forest
You waylaid me, O robber!
You freed me of life
And bound me in death,
In everlasting debt.
Shambho!
