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Written 12 December 2023         
Transmutation Poetry Contest
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                     Transmutation

          Whether transmutation of energy
                Is a valid human concept
         Dates back to the days of antiquity;
        Deeply long rooted in Vedic precepts
           It focuses on seven main sources
            Of key internal energy channels
       To attain the sublime grace of moksha
     And has been reckoned by expert panels
             As a means of self-realisation
               And attainment of liberation
    From the vicious cycle of death and birth
         In the grim material planet of earth.

      Such a line of thought blazed my mind
          When waking up in prime of morn,
        Flowing streams of energy, I did find
           Within myself as if I was reborn
          With the I and the ego fully shorn,
         With my spirit deep filled with cheer
           My mind reposed as crystal clear
       My head and heart with love endeared
             Boundaries beyond horizons
          Beckoning my soul without fear.

        When deep within myself I scanned
              To probe into the enquiry
      It dawned on me that in night`s span
              On wings of spirituality
           I had soared up high in the sky,
        Until haze of sleep glazed my eyes,
            By channeling mind`s energy
          Through transmutation synergy
       To the peak and crown of the head
    Where deep self- awareness does tread.

        In line with prime laws of physics
            Not denied by rules of ethics,
               Energy can`t be created
       Nor destroyed, but just transmuted 
          From one form to another form,
           From material to mental form,
        And to spiritual stance therefrom
       The depth of the inner self to scan,
              Inner energy to expand
         And inner obstacles to strand.

       For those who cross material gates,
               Transmutation of energy
           From mental to spiritual state
              To spur internal synergy
            Is a long challenging process
             Involving exhaustive access
             To the deepest inner recess
     Where blows no woeful wind of stress.

         It needs putting the mind to rest
       Dimming the sight to the surround
      Focusing with depth on one`s breath
     Chaining thoughts from turning round
        Freeing oneself from all passions
            Engaging deep meditations
           On essence of the inner self
          And full awareness of oneself.

      For a while one may feel dismayed
        With one`s nearby environment,
          One may experience disarray
        Verging on the brink of torment
        Brimming into disturbing waves 
           Of unease and disquietude
        And becoming subservient slave
         To the whims of the multitude.

             Unlike man of antiquity
           Few do resort to seclusion
             In complete tranquility
           For intensive meditation
        Under shade of a forest tree
         Or in the midst of a desert
        For long solitary days, free,
      Their spiritual stance to assert.

     Unlike butterflies that do hatch
    From eggs to the stage of larvae
    That greenish leafy food do slash
        In time to turn to pupae
      Surrounded by protective cells 
    That soon transmute to butterflies
   Scanning flower buds for their smell
       As they wander along the sky,

         A man under transmutation
     Has to tread slowly down the lane,
         In absence of full seclusion,
         To meditate on level plane
     And slowly reach the inner depth  
      Of lasting happiness and peace
     And over time the widest breadth 
       Of permanent spiritual bliss.

        Else, man`s spiritual voyage
       May be bound in deep miseries
      Like a march for one`s pupilage
   On scorching sand dunes with worries
        Of crossing an Eastern desert 
          To reach an oasis of peace,
      One`s spiritual stance to assert
     And one`s final goal not to miss.

         The end goal of transmutation
     Is to cross the gate of manhood
     And reach through deep meditation
       The wonderful stage of sagehood
          Where the I and ego do melt
       To give way for kindness to dwell
           With seedbed of sagacity
               Rooted in spirituality.

      Its outcome is deep peace of mind
        With the inner self deep refined 
     With gleams of light blazing the soul
  Poised to merge with the Supreme Whole  
              After its full liberation
         By din of Divine compassion                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      
     From the shackles of death and birth
          On the human planet of Earth.
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