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Rama Krsna Aug 2019
as galaxies collide
black holes mate
and tectonic plates dance,
silly humans twitter away
asinine triviality day after day

this earth
already consumed by deathly Time
just a pimple in the universe’s prat,
about to be defecated
as cosmic excreta
to another remote corner of our multiverse

a befitting lesson
for a new generation of
lucifers, mammons and belphegors
puffed up with massive egos
yearning to play god

the real one quietly smiles
and now takes aim...


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Rama Krsna Aug 2019
gratitude maximus,
earthly moms
for bearing in your ******
the burgeoning seed of intense passion
planted for forty weeks
amidst severe contractions
and extreme corporal discomfort

makes me ponder,
how that burden measures
to the pain maximus
suffered by the mother of the cosmos
who patiently hauled and delivered
the primal seed of desire
from her womb
for god only knows how long?

© 2019
Rama Krsna Jul 2019
akhila
queen of masks!
each veil worn
to germanic perfection
they’ve become you,
hiding that true deity
lurking deep within

each motley camouflage
a charade to quell
a rising dam
of kaleidoscopic emotions
bubbling from regrettable actions
of lives past

this towering fortress
surrounding your jello heart
self built, brick by brick
and coated with
the leaded paint of distrust,
is now impenetrable

akhila
sporting a thousand faces!
lose that stealthy visor of denial,
and true to your name
open your white silk kimono
at once
to let the tides in
and watch that inner pink lotus coruscate

who am i?

the beleaguered king
tired of wearing a million cloaks
and desperately looking
to lose them all
in order to find
my true goddess akhila

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akhila: a Sanskrit name meaning the enchanting one who is “whole” or “complete”
Rama Krsna Jul 2019
in this sanctum
where no one enters
deity distinctly different than devotee
she dared

is it the audacity of hope?
or a star about to crash and burn
paying a hefty price
for karmas
well over five thousand years old

that was then....

reentry, this time around
permitted only
when duality truly ends in unity
just like the cosmic hermaphrodite

her residual ego
already deflated
needs to be surrendered
at the doorstep
before being permitted access
into this sanctum sanctorum of love

only then
this half circle
becomes
fully complete

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Rama Krsna Jul 2019
in the rarified air of kilimanjaro
damsel vyomakesi
sporting parrot in hand
seduces
recluse vyomakesa
to another game of wanton love making

some five thousand feet below....

i battle
uphill
step by step
breathless
ambling into the den of lassitude

intellection and fervor dissipate
until that experiential void is hit
as frugal breaths get consumed
for unalloyed endurance
at that razor’s edge
between life and death

just then
the root mantra of subsistence
alights the anima
soham...soham...soham
it whispers

iceberg mendicant
you take a pause
from that fervid dalliance
with the galactic enchantress
to throw my way, an entranced smile

hermetical vyoma
armed with that beam
i’ve now merged
with the macrocosm

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Rama Krsna Jul 2019
he
for whom
total abstinence or extreme indulgence
six of one, half a dozen of the other.....
sempiternally steeped in perfect equanimity,
effulgent as the primal flare
my crescent bearing jewel
who’s pure as jasmine

© 2019
arunachala:  the sacred mountain where liberation from the cycle of birth and death is easily attained
Rama Krsna Jul 2019
if silence
is the gateway
to the highest truth,
animals glimpse this truth
far better than humans do....
that inherent tranquility
embedded in
the radius of their own silence,
be it a lion or a dog!
after all,
“dog” written backwards is
indeed “god”

© 2019
inspired by Ramana Maharshi who said that “silence is also conversation”
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