Awake to the Name
To be born in a human body is rare,
Don’t throw away the reward of your past good deeds.
Life passes in an instant— the leaf doesn’t go
back to the branch.
The ocean of rebirth sweeps up all beings hard,
Pulls them into its cold-running, fierce, implacable currents.
Giridhara, your name is the raft, the one safe-passage over.
Take me quickly.
All the awake ones travel with Mira, singing the name.
She says with them: Get up, stop sleeping—
the days of a life are short.
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