Amanuenses - Origins

Scented smoke from sandalwood upwards rose As the venerable sage in yogic pose Chanted arcane, esoteric Vedic prose. The Sylvan glade with marigold and rose, Where the doe with its deer fearlessly goes, For its tranquility the Rishi chose. The ancient mantras of mysterious force Stirred up the Asuras, put them in throes, Invoked the Deva, who blessings bestows. The demons destroyed, there were no further woes, The sage sat in peace his sagas to compose. Born thus were amanuenses of Epics, I suppose. ~ 10 May 2016 ~