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Love
is the fount of abundance
of endless youth – which knows
only to give
but Lover, do you know
how to take?

to you she offers this-
the legacy of the Wait
employ it as you will –
as a bed of thorns or as a work of art
the choice is yours

when the current of time shall turn
your chance will come
to take from that fount all you want
but the journey is arduous
the climb-treacherous
many a pitfall may lie in your path
beware - stay steadfast!

pour all of yourself without hesitation
drop by drop into that sacrificial fire
as your ink depletes onto the pages
like Svaha meeting Agni
there will come to exist
the consummation of your innermost desires

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   23.01.2013
  Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Inspired by Aditya's poem A Thing of Art (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-thing-of-art/).
Thank you Aditya!

Svaha & Agni : Svāhā is a minor goddess, and the wife of Agni-the God of Fire in Vedic mythology. It is said that the gods to whom offerings are being made through yagna (sacrificial fire) refuse the offerings unless the word 'svaha' is uttered during the sacrifice.
So while
"Gate, Gate,
Paragate,
Parasamgate,
Bodhi,
Svaha!"
is the Great Dharani
and the Radiant Supreme Mantram,
we must also
keep in mind
The Lesser Dharani
of
"Oo Ee
Oo Ah Ah
Ting Tang
Walla Walla Bing Bang"
and also meditate
on the Lesser Mantram
of
"Ohwah
Tagoo
Siam"
and always remember
that us poets
are all enlightened
because we know
the sound
of one hand clapping
because
we always seem
to hear it
when we read aloud
at poetry readings.
Martin Hunter Aug 2011
You and I go way back before time was invented,
Before the before.
You and I go deep into the smallest of the small,
The very parts of the ALL.

And we are beyond the beyond,
Over the edge, over the top
Gate gate paragate parasamgate bodhi svaha

We are here and we are now
And we always was and always will be.

We are that which remains
After all else is destroyed.

We are before the beginning and after the end.
There is no place where we are not.

We are at the center
Of the vast emptiness of space
As it resides in the heart, on the end of pin.
We are without and we are within.

You look in the mirror and you see me.
I look in the mirror and I see you.
There is no space between us
Because the “us” is the grand illusion
That resolves into one.

And so, shall we play?

Martin Hunter 8/14/2011
A Slow Heyoka Aug 2020
Strikes
Divine greetings
To a world under
Sunder
Good morning
Underworld

We meet again
In the rain

As fond of it
I am
Seldom Earthed
Upon dry plains

Fullness
Action beckons cause

Rumble reverberate
A birth
In a soggy tundra concerto

A beauty lies in the time
Between the lightning
and the
Thunder
Poem by a slow Heyoka 2020

For those that don't enjoy counting the one-one thousands ;)
Qualyxian Quest Mar 2020
tomorrow the children's museum
tonight two sleeping sons

just this now a dream
within me she lingers on

her father too, a priest
Episcopalian

like wonderful Robin Williams
prayers for him though he is

                    Gone

         Bodhi, bodhi svaha!

          Altogether Beyond

— The End —