Poem by: Swami Chidananda Tirtha

 The more I drink, the thirstier I am,

The more I search the more I lose,

The more I love, the more passionate I become,

Is it a curse or a gift?

is it enlightenment or dementia?

I don't know,

But my thirst is not quenched,

My search has no end

And my love has no end

It's forever for You.

Om Sadashivaya Namaha