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Lambert Mark Mj Nov 2014
Two heads of confluence,
Makes a tranquil gleam of streams




*-When love is true in many ways, it is true
when voices meet without vocal perception, because at glance you speak-
K Balachandran Nov 2014
let everything go
at a glowing moment's prompt,
no looking back to the paths
that went winding through
the landscapes, both  barren and verdant.
Slowly started to fall
from nowhere to nowhere
like the flow of a symphony
heart rending, rising to a crescendo.

Touched the acme. Gently

started to fall like an ice flake,
simultaneously freezing and melting,
as if not yet decided what is the best,
don't know how long it kept
going on like a dream sequence,
though never moved a bit.

then--

eternal, shining moment
like a rainbow arch appeared at
the mind's horizon.
All illusions dissolved
like  vaporous clouds  in the blue sky.
visions of many worlds
merged in to one.
felt the light that engulfed
has a voice,
dissolved self is in it
as it's lilt.
K Balachandran Nov 2014
You are the book written by the mystic eternal,
in sub atomic particles of each and everything
after transcending the limits of time,
on the wings of the thought in the primordial core,
that witnessed the seeds being sowed in the beginning.

I am entrenched in the inner urge of the spread of everything,
the surge of cosmic mind, all the five elements
the Brahman, most sublime, omnipresent,
at once, inert and omnipotent, a feat one of a kind
the waves of music, the subtle "ÄUM" containing all,
even when the symphony begins, and climbs to the crescendo
when self and the Master, my cosmic significant other,
merge in YOGA, the ocean, the confluence of consciousness.
K Balachandran Jul 2014
A bedspread on which bold, red and blue
esoteric, Tantric, motifs embrace
copulating triangles, the ideogram of cosmos
batik printed in vermilion on it's center
is spread, right there on the play-field of cupid
where the confluence is to happen,
a transmitting point of fecund energies to infinity,
a point on the spring board to transcendence

Beloved, here in the holy fire, receive in ecstasy,
the sacrificial offering I bring from the
incessant Ganga of my lineage,

Shakti and Shiva come in for divine union,
together here on the mark beyond time and space.
right in the center is "THE BINDU" the mystical point
both culmination and beginning of the 'beyond'
passage from here  to timelessness of cosmos, we invoke.

Here Shakti is holy fire leaping up for Shiva's offering,
sublimated they fuse, may that be the seed for karmas lumenant.

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