What floated idly in our dreams <br />Incorporated our liquid selves, <br />Quickly, into its fluffy cotton clouds. <br />We are not we of our dreams <br />But just fleeting fragments of light <br />That roamed the silent inky night. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />The luminous red-and-white chalk-lines <br />On our profoundly furrowed foreheads <br />Extended, over our tenement tops and temple towers, <br />Into an anarchic aggregation of scriptural argument <br />The truth lay, mainly, not in monistic oneness, <br />Not even in the dualistic separateness <br />But in the fiery union of the flesh with the spirit.<br /><br />Jagannath rao Adukuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-sriperumbudur-the-birthplace-of-ramanujacharya/
