Earth, water, fire, air From solid to liquid Liquid to fire And fire to vapor'.
'Does it flow in this order Mila?' 'Call me Milega' you say 'Does it follow this pattern, Milega'
Like the five fingers on our hand?
Earth, the index finger Solid, pulsating, throbbing with life Water, the middle finger Like dream state Flowing, in different parts of the brain Fire, in the ring finger Causing our bodies to burn And reduce to ashes Air, ah! a little cool air From our little finger'
Alas! Air is like smoke Says the old adage - Where there is smoke, there is fire' Know it then: Flame is always covered by smoke The fire of desire'
Yet when our fingers intertwine And our bodies whirl as One There is only one reality we know The ether of love
Mila. Milega. Milareppa Earth, water, fire, air Four fingers Four different states of beings - In you all things come together All four fingers dissolve into One -
The fifth finger on our hand It is the last state we know The ether of love