A result of holidays in north of India in october 2007 and based on an impressive encounter with a local "Sadu" (Holy Man) who had chosen for a kind of life we can hardly understand in our days. Raised a Govinda, he had even given up his name !Read his story below.....
Lost, in smokey meditation
My limbs, all frozen to the bone
Away, from earthly sensations
Submerged and living all alone
This
choice, of continuous darkness
My path, will once shine ahead
In search, driven to true hapiness
No consiousness, nothing to be said
I'm
the man without a name,
Govinda, in a former life, a man of great fame
This
cave and state of deprivation
All thoughts, planned to be banned out
My goal, of mental suffocation
With hapiness, all sleep is ruled out
I'm
the man without a name,
Govinda, in a former life, a man of wisdom and fame
I'm the man without a name,
Let loose all thoughts, my path is to be sought, for wisdom and greater fame
I'm
the man without a name,
Govinda, in a former life, a man of wisdom and fame
I'm the man without a name,
Let loose all thoughts, my path is to be sought, for wisdom and greater fame
... For wisdom and greater fame!