Consciousness, Literature and the Arts
Archive
Volume 13 Number 2, August 2012
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Poems
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Aspire
Earth crawls, recedes and breaks
Soul taxis, lifts and soars
High, stretching its hand
Silence comes minutely
Dark shapes fade away, assemble, disappear
Awesome silence comes into space
Offering bodies communion:
A kiss of white and purple colours meet
On a plane for an equation of double
breathe totals singularity
Soul returns from luminous oneness
Into its shelter on earth;
It recoils, settles like an eagle
Onto a lower plane for rest.
Hide Names at Night
Belief
knits humanity into a basket
of names that creates spaces of identity
Night
Carries fear on the wings of belief
Knocking on human doors for identity
Silence
Locks doors against the snatcher of lives who
Returns from chasing sheltered souls.
Sarasvasti
Poems grow out from roots
Of the past in cool and warm climates
Which give birth to twins –
White and black colours are woven
Into the beauty of rainbow men.
They are a harvest of a basket of culture
From ancient striving of wits;
Culture is evergreen wheel on rotation
Round the year for harvest.
Unheard music tunes souls to silence
That is pregnant with thoughts.
It rhymes with fire taking breath of
Heard music of creativity.
Yellow clothes express love and wealth
For Sarasvasti in season of harvest;
Arts take new shapes and tastes on
Dynamic branches of culture like the
Nutrients of the tree climb from
Roots to branches unseen till maturation.
Nirvana
One is dressed in anti-rainbow
Layers of self at birth;
Time and effort shed off self from the
Heart, on one’s journey waiting for
time and effort to skin Off envy
in course of the earth-ward life.
One waits for the divine search
Like a ready runner of a race
Listening to the music of the soul;
One sheds off ignorance for
Knowledge of nirvana, leaving
Shackles of waste that weigh
Millions of dusty pounds behind,
Climbing the ladder of purity.
The spiritual mind shines like the
New skin of a snake from incubation
Ready for higher ascension beyond
Self, a heavy bag that drags the soul
Back from quick motion of liberty.
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