Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Saturday, 6 May 2023

Yoga-Nidra

योग-निद्रा  :

ब्रह्मसंहिता

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P O E T R Y. 

The Self-Existent Existence,

Deep Asleep In Yoga-Nidra,

But Aware Of Oneself Only,

As The Predominant Principle,

The One Without The Other,

Knowing And Knew No Other Than,

The Self, For There Was None Any.

In The Mandakini -The Milky way,

Within The Heart As Oneself,

A Wave Emerged Out, 

From The Deep Tranquil State,

The Ocean - The Kshirasagara,

The Ocean Of The Milk.

There Was The Lotus, The Bliss,

The Calm And The Peace.

There Was Neither The Time, 

Nor The Space Indeed! 

So, It's A Story Timeless! 

From The Belly, Of The Lotus, 

That Was This Bliss And Peace, 

Where The Awareness, Of The Existence,

The Existence Only, The Belly,

The Lotus And The Belly-Button,

That Was All Alone But Not Lonely,

Emerged A Ripple Of Being,

And Because There, Where, 

Time Existed Not, Was No Time,

Expanded In All Directions, 

Beyond Itself, But in The Self, 

Because There, Where, 

Space Existed Not, Was No Space.

The Tiny Ripple Took The Form,

Of  Great Anxiety Only,

Tried To Find Out The Sense, 

The Purpose, The Meaning, 

And The Beginning Of ,

How And From Where, 

It Came Into Assumed Existence,

Always Looking For A Pattern, 

It Swelled Across Beyond And Beyond.

Created Time And Space, 

In Its Ignorance And within That,

Vast Omnipresent Time And Space,

A Network Of Cause And Effect,

To Justify And Explain, To Discover, 

A Sense And Meaning, Purpose,

And The Imagined, Assumed Cause.

Constantly Mutating From,

Transforming Always From, 

Itself, Into, One To Another Form,

Pattern, Shape And Size,

Could Never Succeed!

The Play Is Going On Incessantly.

The Bliss And Peace Of The Existence, 

And The Awareness Too Of This, 

Remains Intact, Undisturbed.

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Wednesday, 23 November 2022

The Past Is Memory.

P O E T R Y / 24-11-2022

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In This Timeless Eternal Now,

Memory Creates The Past,

The Past Creates The Memory.

The Past Feeds Upon The Memory,

The Memory Feeds Upon The Past.

Truly A Vicious Circle Endless!

This Is Survives Why!,

The Thought, How!!

The Now, -Where The Memory,

The Now, -Where The Past, 

The Now, -Where The Thought, 

Neither Breed, Nor Survive,

Is This Very Moment, The Now!

Where The Past Ceases To Be,

Where The Memory Ceases To Be,

Where The Thought Ceases To Be!

Where Only, -The Awakening Is, 

Where Only, -The Awareness Is,

The Only Reality Alone,

-That Reigns Over, Ever Supreme!

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Thursday, 16 June 2022

Evidence and Providence.

Poetry 16-06-2022

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A Pipal Tree,

Has taken roots,

In the middle of,

The main gate,

Of my house.

I was away,

For a few days,

The gate was locked,

And meanwhile, 

Rains had showered.

Waters inundated the place,

And then after,

A few months,

When I returned, 

The Tree was grown up.

Sprawling, speedily six feet tall,

A bit above the gate.

So I told the gardener, 

To cut the tree. 

He took the axe,

And in a minute or two, 

The tree had given way, 

But who knew,

After a few months next,

It grew up, more strong,

More splendid,

Full of vigor, and charm.

And then I called the gardener, 

He dug the whole ground, 

And said to me :

Sir the roots are strewn upon,

Everywhere,

And you can't stop them spreading. 

Oh!

Then I changed the plan, 

The gate was removed, 

And there was a lawn,

The boundary-wall was, 

Extended a few feet ahead, 

And the same gate was there, 

In the boundary-wall itself.

I knew within a few years, 

The Pipal would grow more, 

And the roots underground, 

Might spread, all over the place!

But I was happy, 

Providence is, 

The Evidence!

And the Evidence, 

The Providence! 

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