This is a poem that I wrote and an illustration that I created in the monastery when I was in a mystical mood. It is written about the Rishis of India who often seemed "mad" to those who didn't understand their ecstatic states of mind. My guru's lineage had many such "Mad Men." In this poem, the word "die" means "samadhi" which is the ultimate meditative state.
Shoot for the stars that glow in the head.
The secret they hold has never been said.
Cherish the moment that mad makes right.
Die for the wonders of deep mystic sight.