Upadesha

Васильев Михаил
Be still to distill
The well from the ill
The way from the will
The real from unreal
Do feel

Be open to know
The deep in the low
The source in the flow
The shade in the glow
Go slow

Be wise to embrace
The core with the case
The back with the face
The blame with the praise
With grace

Be silent at last
The light, not the dust
I AM, not I must
No future, no past
Be vast