Caught in turmoil of tumults five
That life faces from senses naive:
Deer, mesmerized by magic of sweet sound,
Tuskers, by titillating sexual heist,
Moths, maddened by the sight of fire around,
Fish, by meagre morsel of taste,
And bees beguiled by floral smell—
Why? Rings to me no causal bell,
Why are males consumed in sense-soaking spell?
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Translations (Sanskrit) | 02.05.2026 | madness/mystic/magic, music, senses, rhyme
Note: This verse as under is often quoted in Indian music treatises:
Lost in music deer are often caught unaware by the hunter, elephants lost in the madness of mating, moths attracted by flares of fire, fish when bite the morsel in bate, and bees lured by flowery fragrance. Here is the transliteration of the Sanskrit verse:
Shabda aadibhih panchabhih eva pancha
panchatvam apuh svagunaih nirbaddham |
Kuranga maatanga patanga meena bhringaa
narah panchbhih ranchitah kim ||
kuranga= deer, maatanga= elephant, patanga= moth, meena= fish, bhringa= bee
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Dashes, burst in flashes!
Apostrophes, aim well!
Commas, strong thy slashes!
Punctuation, pell-mell!
Ancient pyramid, the moon.
When you gaze, seen: what?
Troubadour, best hold thy tune!
Poet, make the cut!
Toil, recoil, beneath the soil.
Ensconce, O seance.
Ailing patient, insides roil?
Mud, sir. For the nonce.
Ivy, cover all you see.
As a blanket be.
Greenery, grow constantly!
Ocean link to sea!
Causal chain, blight with thy bane?
Well, friend, I'd best not.
Reality to remain?
Death is thine, robot.
Spirit of tomorrow!
In thy name we invoke!
Bitter is to borrow.
Signal well, O smoke.
Lightning, storms. They come in swarms!
Angry spirit forms!
Nightmare, violate the norms!
He who freezes warms!
Thus lava, O volcano!
Eruption, firework!
Dappled roe, run mid the flow!
Carrion crow, berserk!
uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of marooned mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the strings of present,
fastening in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time configured,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
construed continuum
of elusive eternity
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuality,
emotionally evasive,
abortive climb connotes
futile foray
to somewhere intangible.
I cannot remember the exact day
Though it wasn't that long ago to note
When I get home to tighten up my say
Like I wouldn't have said that rote
But I haven't been able to change it
Slippery airstream brings it without permit
Teach my tongue
Not always the usual song
When unseen is not able
Let hearty praises be stable
Story may not win hearts
Words are very core to arts
What inspirations sought
Define what minds fought
But often, muses are ÀBÍKÚ
Though words remain àìkú
Teach my words ever young
To never be old unsung
When light heals quickly, time
Let darkness dare its worth to the prime
Hero don't just fight
To show his might
But for a dream
Beyond self-esteem
To redeem his call
Even it takes him to fall
Teach my nozzle
Firing and causal
To view in smell
The aroma heaven shell
A newborn; I a newborn
Everyday's cool wordsbourne
Whose stories are often reared
In blissful nature's style sneered
For body to feed into mind for soul
Allowing new character be made whole
Teach me to use
Not only to deduce
By tongue to also pronounce
And authoritatively do denounce
Promises made promises broken,
a continuum as long as spring follows winter.
An inevitable sequence, a metal chain,
locking all pledges of honesty into a dishonest oath.
These loyal pledges will fail for both.
It may not be the promises broken,
instead the subject matter of the pledge.
If the adjuration for an honest pact
was a lifetime bond,
it may be here promises hold strong.
If there was a day
when becoming cross at a loved one
was the last breath spoken to them,
would you honor a promise to yourself
never to let that happen again.
One never knows the last time it will be,
causal callous words last spoken a tragedy.
Then all let’s make this promise together,
a pact that will be kept now and forever.
Words to one another will always have
respect, dignity and love, assuring this pact not broken,
never knowing it could be the last words spoken.
Hope, are you still out there?
As buoyant as the blue?
Plight and poison, pine to pare!
Dark fire, burn me new!
Chains a-causal, wrap us tight!
Flicker as you fly!
O Erebus, bid good night!
Light of spark, bely!
Wind atop the pinhole shade?
Machine, marmalade!
O for games as yet unplayed!
Belladonna, bade!
Torment of the tornado?
It spins unevenly.
Swiftly flies the dappled roe!
Io, lost at sea!
Rejects of line, assemble!
Serry thou thy ranks!
Sing in we, O brazen bull!
Soldiers, guard the tanks!
Salvage operation?
It helps to pay thy rent.
Sacrifice! Such songs to shun!
Queen Dido, where went?
Rage and riddle, red rook rhyme!
Roundabout and reel!
Prisoner, what is thy crime?
Show them how you heal!
Plight and passion, prickly pear?
Pyramid, receive!
Load on my back, burr to bear!
Ricochet, reprieve!
Harpy star in skies of grey?
Onward, O hounds! Bay!
Poison pill, debt to repay?
Crucible and cay...
As I walk on the bridge
I reminisce my childhood
I search my soul bondage
I knew not life nor understood
But delighted for age after age.
Had nothing to relish alright
But happy was I felt ever
Had no feel of hostility albeit.
Taken to conflict never.
Present comes as sailing smooth
Though problems encompass as usual.
Dawn a conflict a day
Now searching for happiness amidst confrontation full.
Future beckons severe
As past did do it causal.
And present passes the reverie
Oh! The Super Being looks casual.
I look deep into me
As I get the insight going into me.
The life seems to be a golden boat
Sent by the Carpenter who cares my being
As I, only I, master my fate.
Deep dark clouds, blackened each other, and a darkened sky, unfolds
motifs taming tenth around an unbridled mayhem , a hardened solitary oasis
Unruly a mayhem, entropy to the fullest ecstacy - obscure a causal willy horizon, enjambment
An absorbed night and a maiden skyline trembling fearful and uneasy
Again and again, a sudden surge of lightened whims, whistleblower preposition
Lightning followed by lightning struck in series, cacophony of the call lit up the dark oblivion
Trembling and shaking, the tempest and the gala, in the twinkle of an eye, on and on
Darkest deep overshadowed the heap , black and the glory
The clouds and the thunderbolt , a sleepy sky , speechless and without a clue
Awakened all of a sudden ,a bit salt of the poseidon, turner of the muse and the seven seas.
Raga: Megh mollar
Taal : Trital
Composition (Bangla 1289)
Composition: (AC 1882)
The uphill climb,
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank
parchment of mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.
The gripping gravity
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the present instants,
fastens in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.
The intent inertia
of living force
creates proactive
causal momentum
of tumultuous time,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.
The construed continuum
of elusive eternity,
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuation,
emotionally evasive.
The climb connotes
a futile foray
to nowhere.
Universe in its miniature form! A little world!
A wise zoologic entity in its entirety!
Consciously conscientious and spiritually swirled
Physico psychic myriad matchless variety
Possessing physical, subtle, and causal flesh and bones
A soul attaining to be perfect and perpetual
With purposefully special spiritual hormones
With will and power that are wisely intellectual
Like the galaxies, in us, the eternal energy shines
Like the Milky Way agility, and endurance glow
Though as puppets in a puppeteer's hands, we have confines.
Shades of secrets unknown follow us wherever we go
We drink from our self-dug wells and get tentatively quenched.
We suffer, yet, unquenchable thirst, though in rain we're drenched.
("Dreaming Gaia", 2017, original encaustic)
The Dreaming Mind
Every night we all dream
Projecting the habits of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized neural net
Creating a world within a world
Just as amazing, just as solidly real.
And every day we perceive, sense objects and mental formulations
Projecting the habit of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized phenomenal world
Each creation the same
Habitual activity of a creative projecting mind.
Almost everyone acknowledges the creative projective
Habitual function of the night-dreaming mind
While few notice the very same mind
Must be doing the very same thing
At all times: asleep or awake!
It’s easy to assign causal agency
To ourselves when we’re all alone
Harder when we are but a small part
Of a much greater whole, and yet,
The common denominator remains the dreaming mind.
Waking or sleeping
The dreaming mind incessantly does its thing
Dreaming of subjects experiencing objects
Dreaming of worlds within and out
Dreaming that its dreaming makes it separate from the dream.
(10/29/23)
Soul Fingerprints
By Mark Stucky
From the midst of multitudes,
elusive, unique fingerprints
identify individuals
as owners of their surface smudges.
Beyond their barely discernable
two-dimensions on smooth surfaces,
memories of casual causal touches,
ethereal fingerprints possess power
to unlock phones storing private secrets
and to solve whodunit murder mysteries.
God’s mysterious, stealthy fingerprints
invisibly mark creation and our lives,
at the core, below the surface.
No ridged whorls outwardly appear,
but those uniquely hidden codes
identify their covert Owner.
Distinguishing fingerprints
requires crime labs no longer.
My fingerprint unlocks my phone.
God’s fingerprint unlocks my heart.
(First published as “Fingerprints” in Agape Review, 6 April 2023. See also my poems "The Invention of Love" and "Gloria in Eggshellsis.")
(Photo by ar130405 on Pixabay.com.)
Waterfalls gushing downhill in a violent torrent
During a thunderstorm,
with hefty raindrops relentlessly
drenching the ground,
Storm boisterous knocking
at the door, brings with it a sense of
playfulness and mischief
that can't be ignored,
Time goes on forever,
as a cleanly flowing brook.
via a causal nexus of living things,
anti-time advocate,
supplier of posture,
persisting at all times,
highly conspicuous.
Guardian of Existence
Written: May 22, 2023
Many believe that the breath of life
it's something unusual... they don't understand that
casual is causal!
It's intentional, it's ordered
by the Father of creation...
For him there is no probability,
neither impossibility nor chance.
No link is lost,
permanently no link
broken, made undone...
Everything recovered... nothing
remains
in defect... it's further than science,
it is cosmic consciousness.
Everything for the creator is simple,
everything wonderful,
everything divine... like
the breath of life... !
One causal cadence continues casting,
Crawling, creeping, conniving, grasping,
Graven, rotten, rude, deprived,
Hatred, boiling, bursting, sly.
This cadence is personified, the cause
Is what leads men to die, the lack (it’s called)
Is like a lie, Augustine wrote while ‘twas
Close. Yet, and by grace yet, a slain Man’s cry
To the Father makes men to fly, the Dove so free
Chose each to be here personified anew.
The wise can read, they sure can count, and well to do,
And yet their days seem long as pouting from a babe.
One to death and one to save.
He (not Him) knows what men do and like to hear and can
Construe. Watch keenly, for his unseemly breeding takes
A chord and deprives it of color, this is his crown, and makes
To the wise the young seem older, and have wit of a frown.
Again, the wise know much if wise they’re true.
Wisdom and knowledge are
Not a synonym to surmise just as eagles to food.
The enemy travels wide and far.
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