Om. So says the Ishopanishad in her glory Darkness is path for believer of non-birth Greater darkness for believer of birth alone Let us see both as one and one alone We know from ourselves we are born From others we will know they died Pundits prescribed the same fate for us For wise learn from mistakes of others By great flood everything get destroyed Manu alone survived with remaining seeds Anything we have now are children of them For seed protects itself by producing more seeds New seed giver may think it is new one But seed's essence alone transform itself into new Can we say this one new or is it old one In new time it is new but in reality old one That old one that from which all seeds came Wise call it by the name of para-Brahama Whose system is neither that of birth Nor it actually follow the path of non-birth These wheels of Sun is moving like this In the same wheel parmatma is moving By hiding itself in seed, making new seed Making neither birth nor non- birth possible...