My body, my earth

Remember, remember the morning star,
The home you have forgotten.

Remember, all that are gone, are not gone at all,
In every cell of your body, I have scripted my dreams.
The whole story of birth and growth of life upon
This flowering planet sleeps within you unknown.

Remember, the flowers are my messengers,
My signature of delight, showing you the secrets
Held deep in matters sleep, and honey your food.

If the bees are dying on earth, know that
The ecstasy is at stake and the web of life is in danger.

I have called you here, to tell you that I have
A work for you; a mission to accomplish.

Remember, the universe of life is one symphony,
A single verse sung by many stars in chorus;
What you have in your cells, is one with all life
And when you break the chords of my harmony
You are breaking your own rhythms of joy.
When you splice the strings of life, there comes
The discords in my rhythms of life that weave
The magic trails of ecstasy through buds and bees.

Remember, in your cells are all my memories,
The memories of life on earth, the great journey
Of plasm and plant, the bird and the beast,
In your dreams they climb towards the light.

Remember, your dreams are my own dreams,
I am dreaming in you when you dream.

Remember your birthplace, remember your birthright,
Recall the memory of love; regain the wine of delight,
Unite the alpha and omega of life as decreed by the One
Who has sent you forth to change the law of death.
In you are the veiled powers, the springs of supreme strength,
The memory of light and the flame gold ecstasy;
In you are the stars and the secrets of life,
In you are the worlds of ideas on the brink of Void.

I say unto you, enter the Void, the zero sign of the Supreme,
Walk through the nothingness and lift the veil of the shadow,
Discover the golden lid and the body of the One.

Remember the rock where Vivekananda sat
And recalled his memory,
Remember the story of Devi Kanya Kumari,
The goddess of the south extreme,
Remember her fury of a sacred marriage
That failed to happen, the last chapters seal,
Remember the lost civilisation,
Remember Kurmari Kāndam,
Remember Limuriya,
Remember Dwaraka and her king,
Let the memories come alive.

Remember the morning star,
Remember the dawn,
Remember Aditi.
She has sent you forth here,
To recall your memories
For a lost civilisation to regain its sight,
So that the bees may gather
Honey again on earth.

Woman of strength

Let go off the strings that binds you,
For she is the wild one, the illimitable;
Allow her infinite strength to unfold
The glory you have never known.
Allow the fire to burn you to birth
Her strength, desire; let the fire be
And cast forward the unknown.

Fear not the unknown,
The future is given to you
By the gods who cast you to birth.
Fear not the mighty streams,
Fear not the forts of resistance,
Fear not the onrush of the winds,
Allow the war cry of Rudra,
Allow the storm and the lightning,
Allow the thunderbolt,
Allow all that is fiery;
For you are the javelins of the gods
In the mighty dance of Time.

Her glance is cast with fire,
Her kiss burns with passion;
Fear not her wild limbs,
Fear not her mighty streams.
Accept the woman of strength
To rip you apart,
Shredding every bit of past
To cast you live into a new mould.

River and the Ocean

There is a fire within that pushes you into the unknown, to leave behind comfort zones and venture, to find new meanings or to experience everything fresh, untouched by learning.
I feel like a river without beginning or end; I know of the ocean, the memory is calling. A river of memories flowing, since when I do not know; I have known you dearly, where and when matters not. You have many faces, in different times and places and I want to tell you - thank you.
Life is beautiful; I wish people struggle less to live.
Love happens, and it flows and carries you to new shores, probably it is right to say one is in love because love flows like a river and you are in it, one with it. It knows its destination and you can relax and let go off all that was once dear, for you never lose anything, everything is always present.
There is an eternal presence to be known, a presence that is nearer than your own heart beat, where everything is always present.
There is an ocean within; it is more ancient than anything that is known and yet it is always new.
I am flowing into myself; or rather I am the river and the ocean at once.
The more I open the more I am amazed…life is beautiful.

Hour of the Beloved

One strange thing about love is that,
You can never say, on such and such date,
On such and such place, at such and such time
You shall fall in love.
You can’t have a neat schedule and
A perfect methodology plotted in time;
It is not a planned affair.
Planning is the agony of the blind.
You can search or research,
You can seek and cry out,
But it is not in your hands to choose
The time and space and the manner in which
You awaken to the presence of the Beloved.
The dazzling splendor dawns
Like a sacred fire, an altar pure,
That makes you kneel down
In adoration that words fails to express.
You are set ablaze by the radiance
That makes your heart tremble with fire.
You discover the joy of utter self giving,
You discover the jewel heart of your orbit,
In love you are not – the other is.

Yoga cannot be taught, it happens like dawn;
It is a treasure that comes with smile of Grace.

Once known you can never be the same
Once kindled the fire can never die;
Ashes may cover the amber
But the glow remains for ever in memory,
However far it is in time’s winding roads.
The very memory keeps you alive,
You discover the yearning gulf in your heart.
In the blind alley of reason
You shall never find that jewel,
In the whirlwinds of passion,
You can never behold that Grace;
Only in the hour of sacred stillness,
When the whole world comes to stand still,
In the secret heart of Time,
You shall find the One
For whom you are missioned.
A silent gaze that knows,
A luminous certitude,
A joy that is fullness,
These are the signs of the Presence.
Behold the breath,
Behold the fragrance,
Behold all that is;
It is the hour of the Beloved.

Storm and Stillness

An eddy of fury and flurry,
Mighty gods churned the abyss.
Thoughts whirled in the grip of Force;
Memories long forgotten washed out,
Pains dug out bleeding red,
Eager claws of hatred and wrath,
Python coils of fear and crawl,
All the pus and wounds of the past
Held by the rocks of denial
Came flying across the sight.
Engines of change spared nothing;
Every nook and cranny of past
They dug with mighty strokes
Releasing the waters of life
Locked in the groves of time.
Deep breath and stone stillness
Held the body safe and calm
While the gods stormed the forts.
A seer within silent watched
The war and conquest,
The house of being washed
Fresh and clean from the stains
Of a forgotten past lurking within.

Rhythms of Being

Existence is not a machine,
Neither a classical Newtonian one
Nor a quantum soup version.

There is the Being behind the Existence;
The rhythms of Being are not
Endless mechanical repetitions,
Reproducible automations,
Caught in a formula.
The Being is free to change its rhythm anytime;
If there is a mystery it is of the Being;
There is dance, dancer and the play.

Movement
Time / Astrology / Astrophysics
Numbers / Mathematics / Physics / Science
Measurement / Poetic metres / Poetry
Ideas / Philosophy / Language
Word / Meaning / Consciousness
Music / Dance / Art

At the heart of it all
There is Delight.

Krishna’s feather

In my heart is a presence sweet and gentle
Healing the pains I have quietly shelved.
A small pea cock feather’s soothing touch
In my gladness reveals the joy of love.

Love

I am bathing in love, all alone.

My body a breeze of harmony

Breathe a mist of white calm

Glides along a valley’s bloom.

A storm in my heart

O fool, how long do you want me to serve your cowardice,
How long this slavery to please those who will never be pleased,
In freedom have I born and in freedom shall I grow,
My growth towards the sun is an ecstasy of the winds and the rays
Kissing my cheek, fearless one, that I am, you know me not;
Sink deep into your silence to find me, to embrace me and to dance with me.
O forerunner, fear not the future, fear not the consequence,
Follow your heart to the extreme of love’s calling,
In love alone burns the fire of adventure, in love alone
Lives the freedom of creative engine, fear not O’ fool
Fear not to dive deep into the abyss, in the shores of safety
You shall never find the ways of the gods, in the cocoons of protection
You shall never find the mighty wings of adventure,
Fear not, O child of immortal memories, fear not,
Fly across the abyss, dive deep into the ocean,
Cut across the rocks, you shall find the streams of joy,
Gushing forth amidst the thunder and fall of a failing world
That breathes its last calculated breath devoid of life.
Enjoy the ride of freedom, the horse of mighty winds
Shall be thy companion, the wings of ancient memories
Shall carry you forward into future where the sacred
Heart of the universe pulsates with longing for your return.
O child, a mother’s heart is upon thy heart, bound by
The bonds of sweetness, bonds of utter felicity,
Cry not in this abyss, walk across the waste land
Waste your time not with the passion flares and the
Illusions of change, in this world of titanic clash,
Avoid the loud and the gross, dive deep into quietness
In the chambers of dim-lit white marble secrecy
You shall find thy soul awaiting thy hour of delight.

The Bride

A radiant stroke of beauty and delight kindling the sacred fire,
He is no more the same, the one who is caught by her glance.
Marveled by her fleeting glimpse, he rush forward to behold,
The forms that wore the rays, like a child after fireflies.
Once caught he finds her forms empty of delight and the fire he sought;
An eternal game of hide and seek repeats for ever its joyous rounds.
Calling back the luminous memory he is set on a mission;
He combs the forest, climb the mountains, dive deep into the oceans,
He counts the stars and the sand, theorize the universe and explain
Everything but finds her no where, an unknown, missing for ever.
He learns the scriptures and the sacred chants, shun the mind and it’s
Humming markets and become the empty vast nothingness;
He helps the poor, clean the streets, and build cities and empires,
Only to find the quest left bare empty of her delight lost for ever.
Hopeless he gives up the quest and relax for a while on a little raft
Floating beneath the stars in the silent bosom of the Ganges;
His breath one with the winds and thoughts silent as the stars,
Listening to the distant cry of the crickets and the splashing life,
He sinks deep into himself into his body’s throbbing density.
Merging deep into the ocean oneness, the silent stillness beneath,
He discovers the nearness of honeycomb sweetness, a silent joy,
A luminous smile, a crystal stream of pure joy embracing all,
A flowering radiance of the one whom he sought found within.

Word Sacrifice

Words can melt you
Words can set you ablaze
Words can chill you to death
Means of immense power.

Effect of word is immediate
Bright or dark the face change
Mirroring the inner flame
The radiant power of being.

Words are let loose often
Into the altar unconsciously
Driven by ignorance
Leaving behind a dead flame.

Speech can be sacrifice
Not a struggle to win
Nor a weapon to blast
But fuel for the flame.

To know the art of sacrifice
The flame should be seen
In the altar of the other
And offer words as oblations.

It is by Word sacrifice is done
It is by Word the flame is lit
It is by Word the flame is grown
It is by Word we ascend.

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ps. The word 'Sacrifice' is used in the sense of 'Yajna' a sanskrit word for sacred fire ritual in which oblations are offered to the fire lit in an altar.