“Oh my insane heart!
I did not find a soul of true madness
So I did not become mad.
Some are mad for worldly attachment called love
Some are mad for glory and pride,
Some are mad for material benefit, some mad for fame and power,
They do not know what they are looking for, always eluded by own mad desires,
They do not know the difference between the true and false,
True Mad was Shiva, he left his golden place
Came and sat down at the cremation ground
Always drunk in higher consciousness
Intoxicated in divine love and madness…”
I did not find a soul of true madness
So I did not become mad.
Some are mad for worldly attachment called love
Some are mad for glory and pride,
Some are mad for material benefit, some mad for fame and power,
They do not know what they are looking for, always eluded by own mad desires,
They do not know the difference between the true and false,
True Mad was Shiva, he left his golden place
Came and sat down at the cremation ground
Always drunk in higher consciousness
Intoxicated in divine love and madness…”