The other side of this overlook looks north west and that's Interstate 26 in the distance.
I have millions of bodies to live in.
I will dress myself in the moonbeams,
in the gauze made of fine silvery threads,
and pass my time in tranquil rest.
I will sing my songs in the form of hill streams and brooks,
in the form of the rolling waves; I will move on.
I am the soft-footed wind which walks on in ecstasy.
I am the ever-gliding form which goes on as time.
I descended as waterfalls on the mountain slopes,
reviving the faded plants.
I made the roses burst into laughter.
I made the nightingale sing her mournful ditties;
I knocked at the doors and woke up the sleeping ones,
wiping the tears of the one,
blowing the veil from the face of the other.
I teased those near and also far.
I teased you too.
Lo I go, I go, with nothing in my possession .
Swami Rama Tirtha ( written an hour before he left his body)