Tranmutation
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.
Copyright ©
Krishnanand Guptar
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