TO THE BLOSSOMS
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
The Blossom of the Hills!
The Blossom of the far!
Bloom not in my heart -
Though you are very near,
My Sweet Dear!
Your light fades not;
You are fearless though -
Unexpressed,
Play is not over.
Remains stalled in turmoil,
Promise not kept
Woven In memory's obscure thread.
We are tiny dots of dust -
On the ocean-bed -
Of Supreme Godhead.
The world is not for our sojourn,
Nor we for the world;
Unseen and untouched
Only to remain pure and
adored by Almighty Lord.
Never to be devoured by desire
And human lust of fire.
Fragrance is to be spread
Over the wide wild ***** of the vernal bed -
To freshen the journey ahrad
Before us
Lie the starlit path and moonlit night
Always bright and enlivening
at first sight.
Our footsteps recondite
In quest of Infinite!
Blossoms are not meant to be
plucked and cast aside
Heedless on road-side.
Innocence of infancy
Never to be nipped in the bud.
They are eternal offerings of the Soul
for life Divine,
In each effort of uprising
for the Supreme.
The Glad Remembrance
In activity and in silence
Speaks a lot!
In taking and in giving
is fulfilled in remembering:
The unique oxymoron
In life's revelation
and higher awakening.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10 th Feb 2019)