Transcendentalism

Standing on the bare ground, my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space, all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball I am nothing. I see all the currents of the universal being circulate through me - I am part or particle of GOD.

Poem from Shantaram - Gregory David Roberts

To make sure none followed where you led

I used my hair to cover our tracks.

Sun set on the island of our bed

night rose

eating echoes

and we were breached there, in tangles of flicker,

candles whispering at our driftwood backs

your eyes above me

afraid of the promises I might keep

regretting the truth we did say

less than the lie that we didn't,

I went in deep, I went in deep,

to fight the past for you.

Now we both know

Sorrows are the seeds of loving,

Now we both know I will live and I will die for this love.