“feeling not thinking, soul with love linking ~
we attained God consciousness unblinking”
In the awareness anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the ephemeral principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential dreary desires,
untamed instincts envelope the psychic realm.
As the needle of perception compass breaks down,
the vortex of emotions drags the reflective mind
into the transitory tide of the entrancing times,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.
The embodiment of unique sensual existence,
life is the construct of esoteric sublime elements,
suffused supremely with heavenly essence of love
within the benevolent sanctum of the harmonic heart.
Beneath the serene surface of fond feelings,
the benign mind transitorily builds sensory images
on the fleeting screen of empathic mindfulness
that persists untransformed to portray affable emotion.
Under the multi-layered receptive stratum of awareness,
soul resides at the inner meditative depth of feeling,
where godly consciousness is the light of eternal truth,
reflecting enduringly the aura of bliss with divine glow.
Silent strings, once vibrant song,
Melodies hushed, where echoes belong.
A master's touch, forever stilled,
Rajeev Taranath's legacy is forever chilled.
Dancing fingers, now lie at rest,
Ragas unplayed, a silent test.
The wisdom passed, a lineage strong,
Yet music's heart now grieves the song.
Traditions held, a fading light,
The past is preserved, yet shrouded in night.
Improvisation's flame, a flickering spark,
Leaving a void, a lonely mark.
No more the sound, painting stories untold,
Emotions were silenced, and a heart turned cold.
The human canvas, draped in gray,
Taranath's artistry is forever at bay.
Challenges faced, a victor's crown,
His passion's fire, forever unbound.
Souls untransformed, a melody unheard,
The sarod's silence, a weighty word.
No loving caress on the waiting string,
A maestro's life, a broken wing.
The past honoured, a future unclear,
Taranath's memory was a precious tear.
Though death may claim the maestro's hand,
His music lives on, in every land.
A final note, a whispered sigh,
Rajeev Taranath, forever nigh.
In the anchorage of the mundane mind,
detached from the principled roots
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts envelope the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of emotions drags the mind
into the transitory tide of changing time,
the inner voice of conscience echoes unheard.
The embodiment of unique existence,
life is the construct of sublime elements,
suffused supremely with heavenly essence
within the trinity of body, mind and soul.
Beneath the surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily builds sensual images
on the fleeting screen of awareness
that shifts untransformed to portray new feelings.
Under the multi-layered receptive mind,
the soul resides at the inner meditative depth,
where awareness is the light of eternal truth,
enduringly reflecting on sensitivity with divine glow.
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January 21, 2023
Contest : Source Of Our Awareness
Sponsored by : Unseeking Seeker
Do they blame another for their aging,
painful life? No!
This is only what the untransformed
aging do, instead of making things right.
Hurting close friends like a shive to
another poets’ beating heart?
Complainers and whiners as each day
starts?
No, no they are not at like this!
Some do thank God, as the sun rises with
a prayer kiss!
They bury hurt and aggravation.
Striving to be a part of a stronger nation!
10/15/2021
Elements of life
Many positive elements
that we need to inculcate,
Since power of traits
defines a character.
Itself one of four classical elements,
with a mention in Greek philosophy,
Defined as life and death in later occultism,
Hindus call it Mother Earth,
that nurtures and sustains.
Growing and breathing
beaming in sun,
Inherently neutral,
Nature sanguine, choleric,
Phlegmatic or melancholic,
Create immense power
with union of fire and water.
Can we soar towards
that longing
for light after death,
If we keep untransformed
negativity alive ?
Can we lose to
spiritual consciousness,
and remain unaware
of the Union of elements ?
Written March 15th, 2016
For contest by Brian Davey
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