#brahman
rising
from an ocean of obsidian blue
i spy consciousness,
blazing brighter than a billion suns,
fine tuning all it touches.
the blue god is neither awake
nor in slumber
but in a meditative trance.
in his effervescent presence
time turns to ice,
as an orange-lotus blooms
deep within me.
© 2024
Jan 21, 2024
Jan 21, 2024 at 11:55 AM UTC
forgive me
for committing the sin of looking for you
here, there, and everywhere.
forgetting the cardinal truth
that you’re the omnipresent one!
to think i could think of you,
the one who’s beyond all thoughts
my trespass too.
forgive me.....
© 2022
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 1:23 PM UTC
i bow
to the dark one,
hued like the rain bearing cloud,
who adorns this universe as his anklet.
that deep hum,
in the cosmic backdrop
his outgoing breath
dulcet tunes
from his golden flute,
the gravitational field
binding our Milky Way.
salutations to the unborn one,
who’s also the eternally playful one.
karma keeper of the cosmos,
bearer of the mountain of human pain!
© 2022
May 21, 2022
May 21, 2022 at 10:22 AM UTC
with zen calm
he awaits,
the next chess move of whimsical time
li’l does ‘time’ know,
he’s way beyond it.
legacy etched in stone,
this warrior of awareness
marches to his impending destination
steeped in silence.
as his life flashes
in that rear view mirror,
his beatific smile says it all.
i’ve attained nirvana!
© 2022
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 10:39 AM UTC
why does this world with all its contents
seemingly disappear like sugar in milk,
each time i stand
in front of your sanctum of bliss?
seek Govind,
the one, the only
with all you’ve got.....
or else,
in his snare of illusion
you’re forever caught
© 2022
Apr 30, 2022
Apr 30, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC
the inexplicable lightness
of pure being
comes from subtly discerning
that the moony mind
is your nemesis....
silencing it
the stairway to heaven
© 2021
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
after searching
here, there, everywhere,
i behold
right under my nose,
the crescent bearing jewel
whose fragrance is pure jasmine,
dancing
in that peaceful void
between my
in and outgoing breath
© 2021
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC
inside that inner cave
shines an effulgent flame,
complexioned like camphor
bearing a crescent moon
he’s pure as white jasmine
sole terminator
of the veil of illusion
cast by the lilting tunes of
that captivating flutist
© 2020
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 11:36 AM UTC
in a fitting finale
i summon
the vanquisher of death
to end
this interminable cycle of transmigration
the ask....
a taste of ambrosia
stealthily hidden
in the tranquil crevice
between
a potpourri of thoughts
crescent bearing jewel
pure as jasmine
grant me
the nectar of immortality
©2019
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
तत् त्वम् असि
*for sitar, mridangam, vina, musical spoons,
washboard, Jew’s harp and banjo*
(*the names Swami and Guru-ji can be replaced by
any other mystic names the reader wishes to substitute*)
Swami and Guru-ji went to the river
to wash their souls in the ***** water
filled brass pots while they were at it, singing:
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji flexed contortions
twisted minds and limbs in knots
sold each other secret mantras
to erase akashic records when the body rots
Swami and Guru-ji taught disciples
how to fast and hum and chant;
bound their ***** with priestly garments, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji swallowed prana
purged their guts, then farted light
launched their chakras into oneness
in the ida and pingala of their third-eye sight
Swami and Guru-ji built a temple
around a monstrous calf of gold
bowed before the six-armed idols chanting
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji studied parchments
by the dim light of a feeble ray
railed and wailed at the sinful heathen
in the filthy Kali-yuga of the dying day
Swami and Guru-ji made ablutions
offered incense and holy foods
ate their share and smoked the profit, humming
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami’s blissed devotions
entwined their members with the temple belles;
stuck their yonis up their lingams
in the twenty-seventh circle of the seven hells.
Swami and Guru-ji offered puja
wrote it all off as a karmic debt –
forced a shudra to bear the burden, screaming
“These are Gods –
worship them, worship them,
these are Gods –
won’t you worship them please”
Guru and Swami-ji meditated:
pure omniscience in eternal now –
drank fresh ***** from a heifer’s bladder
for they knew that it was soma from a holy cow.
Swami and the Guru merged with Brahman –
then went home to the wife and kids.
Told the servants to polish statues, saying
“These are Gods – worship them, worship them,
these are Gods – won’t you worship them please”
THE MORAL:
(slower solemn rhythm, no banjo or Jew’s harp)
Aaron’s calf is ground to powder,
cast upon the Ganges’ tide.
Every tribe shall taste its poison.
“This is God –worship Him, worship Him –
this is God – let us worship Him now…”
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC