The stars sing their way to man with a silent cry,
While the man full of song, singing, longs to die.
From beginning to end, our journey longs to find,
A voice that, longing with love, annihilates mind.
Our journey takes us from fine interstellar gas,
To the supernova of ego mind, by grace, at last.
Infinite bliss is not just some cosmic notion,
But results from the purest and rarest devotion.
The master is the one whose center is everywhere,
But whose circumference is to be found nowhere.
The friend is flesh and blood beyond time and space,
Whose body offers an infinite and timeless embrace.
Darvish borrows the rare voice of his loving wife,
And surrenders to the beloved his flickering life.
