Across the Shore — The Waiting Song of Lalon

Ami opar hoye bosa achi…” “I sit on the other shore.” This is not the shore of land and water. It is the unseen bank between being and becoming, between illusion and awakening. Here, Lalon sits — not in pride, not in sorrow — but in patient awareness. He looks upon the restless crowd on the near shore — men and women hurrying, quarreling, praying, seeking — and he smiles.