Luscious lilting lullabies lightly linger in the air.
Wondrous words whispered in willow trees wink through windows at the widows and the wanted alike.

Lovers make words delicious and insinuate dangerous kisses with few syllables.

Friends make words kind and embrace warmly with charmingly unaware, patterned banter.

Betrayers make words smooth and deceive easily with conscientiously phrased flattery.

I tell you truly-
I am not your lover,
I am not your friend,
I am not your betrayer.

I tell you truly-
I am a Creatrix.

I am a writer, a poet, a dreamer, a weaver,

I make words true and beautiful, honest and shimmering.

I dare not tell you facts-
I tell you the truth

Like a many-faceted jewel, the truth is.
Infinitely large and various,
yet singular in beauty.

Weaving willowy whispered words.
How wondrous.

From this mount will the fire roll
To take its toll on my forlorn soul.

Here I have trod to meet the living God,
Standing on burning desert sod, out from behind any church façade.

To meet the untamed Creatrix in all her wild variation for inspiration,
Apart from any ecclesial illusion or theological delusion.

To feel the heat of unbridled love from the God above,
As fierce as the lion, gentle as the dove,
While I lay me down naked at the foot of the mount
                           To be lavished with all and more my soul could want.

No pseudo-god imprisoned here, but only truth,
                                                            No confessional booth;
No.
No bells and whistles or doctrinal thistles...

On the God of Thunder, her Majesty of Wonder!

The wild sound of creation and destruction
Drove that Mercedes all the way from Texas
Wrapping it round the lamppost of America
Creating light and darkness in a single image
Wrecking tranquillity was her daytime occupation
Creating havoc her favourite night time passion
A constellation of starlit bourbon harmony
In the comfort zone of her southern hospitality
The Divine Creatrix of her own stellar universe
And the born destroyer of everything before her
Time and space an empty canvas for her image
Each single moment a vast horizon of homage
Nothing moves the stillness beyond her presence
Worlds collapse to nothingness by her caprice
And heaven itself a single jewel on her costume
Hell a mere facet of her beautiful endless terror
Saviours saints devils and sweet singing angels
Baubles on a necklace she wears for pleasure
Mere vanity in her divine imagination of mirrors
The sound of her voice rocks the vastness of time
Rendering infinity past before it happens
No one ever messes or dares drive a Porsche
In the presence of a blue jeaned Kali from Texas.

The Creatrix is dead
Our dearest mother
Who would snap my neck
And toss me aside
She is dead
And I am not
They said
She didn't like weaklings
They said
She was cruel
Wrong
Wrong wrong wrong
She is dead and I am not
She left me
Therefore I am lonely
And alive
Yes
Yes, she is cruel
She left me
Her lonely child
Alive
Yes
Yes, she didn't like weaklings
She didn't like me
The weakling child
Her weakling child
The Creatrix is dead
And I am not

The wild sound of creation and destruction
Drove that Mercedes all the way from Texas
Wrapping it round the lamppost of America
Creating light and darkness in a single image
Wrecking tranquillity was her daytime occupation
Creating havoc her favourite night time passion
A constellation of starlit bourbon harmony
In the comfort zone of her southern hospitality
The Divine Creatrix of her own stellar universe
And the born destroyer of everything before her
Time and space an empty canvas for her image
Each single moment a vast horizon of homage
Nothing moves the stillness beyond her presence
Worlds collapse to nothingness by her caprice
And heaven itself a single jewel on her costume
Hell a mere facet of her beautiful endless terror
Saviours saints devils and sweet singing angels
Baubles on a necklace she wears for pleasure
Mere vanity in her divine imagination of mirrors
The sound of her voice rocks the vastness of time
Rendering infinity past before it happens
No one ever messes or dares drive a Porsche
In the presence of a blue jeaned Kali from Texas.

what does it matter —
do I matter —
when there are all the others?
surely, my shine, my glimmer, my gleam
will be more than enough for the lucky viewer
who comes to hold and polish me gently:
for those that do not deserve me will get rashes and poisoned
but the one who kisses my crevices gently
will be awarded a thousand suns,
a hundred moons, and an infinite stream of love
is this wealth enough?
can my form of beauty be more than enough?
I don't want to be those other words he's used,
something new and different and alien, too,
so, the mysterious creatrix of the Earth
can you tell my man to put on some speed
and to follow the shimmering trails of light
my sparkles leave: give him the signs,
lead him to me: oh, how I'd love
for him to watch over me

IN TRYST WITH THE INFINITE
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
Come, let us live together, the Vast YOU and the little ME,
The Earth looks for greater heights, and the blue sky for the azure sea.

Tie not your time to the ambit of ambling hours,
The dimensionless air seeks solace in the shelter of the tree,
Look around the Universe beyond the horizon vast
Luminous, Transcendent, gleaming in a glittering spree.

The oceanic solitude speaks to the babbling waves
In the roaring uproar at the solemn entreaty of the shore,
The treasure immortal  hidden deep in the depthless *****
Gives the Clarion Call of the long lost forgotten yore.

The countless glistening gems on the firmament's breast
Reveal the most ecstatic euphoric symphony,
Infinity breathes deep into the heart of the finite
To live this Mystery out in the well-chosen Harmony.

The amazing ardour of the amour in the airy breeze
Wrapped in silvery mirth of the morn- moist dew,
Matter enveloped by every tiny specks of dust
Sings the New Creation's music in a heavenly hue.

The frightening armour in the lightening's dance,
The heavy outpour in a stormy turbulent night,
It's only to re-discover the Truth sublime
Deep hidden, out of reach of the mortal sight.

So much care, compassion and love immortal
Flow in the breath we all breathe,
The saffron sacred robe of the Mystic Fire
Envelopes us with divine warmth to make all eternally free.

The light we adore, the air we breathe,
The Earth we dwell upon, the fire forever free;
The water around adds pleasure to the playground -
Of the Divine Creatrix, ever undemanding!
Oh Man! What instead do you give?

The loving lap of Nature nurtures you,
Cradles you even in your most ignorant birth,
To rise and awaken your inmost Self
To meet the indefinable, immaculate Vast.
(Bijoylakshmi Das, Puri. 3rd Dec 2019)

*******
A creatrix
Of compassionate
Attraction
Manifests action
And submission
In perfect symmetry
The balance of
Equality
Is pleasurable
And inviting
If you are willing
To be dominated
Politely

MESSAGE FROM ETERNITY
(Bijoylakshmi Das)
(1)
Look not at the world with matter’s eyes you see,
It’s a vague beginning without any useful compromise;
The inviolable norms and the infallible rules of the unerring Absolute,
Can onle be fathomed with Wisdom’s enlightening eye.
(2)
In the true liberty of the Soul lives the inconceivable Bliss,
The cosmic Creatrix’s dance in her rapturous seraphim heights;
Your mind’s mask can only unravel the nescient dark’
Go beyond Mind….there lies freedom’s elixir in its
all-pervading expanse.
(3)
Your desolate despondency feigns what your self is not to be,
The mystic secret hides within all turbulence of your mind’s subconscious sea,
The pinnacle of success lies deep hidden in the debris of a pandemonium,
The Sphinx of the Soul will rise out of the eidolon of the golden ecstasy.
(4)
Incommunicable in the inner silence’s sublimity,
The amazing heights of the unreachable cast their iridescent gleam,
Envisioning the apparent plight of the creation camouflaged in surface peril,
The Infinite rejoices in the prowess of its indomitable Will.
(5)
In your attempt of the escapade into the unknown Beyond,
The plenitude’s treasure opens its doorway in each and every second;
Break asunder the bond of ignorance: the cause of pleasure and pain,
Then you will become Man immortal as Divine incarnate to reign again.
(25th May 2021, 0330 hours)