In the opaque night across the space of silence,
enfolding the languid landscape of my existence,
bereft of the beguiled essence in indolent life,
my pathway meanders in the labyrinth of torment.
Trudging at the fringe of trying forbearance,
I hear listless the whispering wind of wisdom
tell me, this journey has no meaningful end.
I’m entangled in the nebulous mesh of ambiguity.
The ill-conceived venture of the errant mind
finds gloomy dead end in the introspection path.
That’s when the serpentine force opens the innate door,
releasing the feminine energy of yogic awareness.
My soul shines then with the ethereal radiance
in the infinite depth of the discernment space,
like the flaring brilliance of dormant tantric power,
flashing through the seven chakras of perception.
In my self-searching spiritual odyssey
toward the edge of the enlightened eternity,
I perceive the acuity centres configure consciousness
and turn it into living beacon, lighting my inner self.
Categories:
yogic, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
We
cannot
ascend till
negating fear,
as also desires,
we live internally,
refining our responses,
mindfully gentling our actions,
recognising we must walk the talk,
moment after moment, day after day.
Yogic practice, prayers and chants help not,
unless we emote love breath by breath,
deeming all souls one, none apart,
enlivening those we meet,
with joyous tenderness,
feeling in their hearts,
God’s pure spirit,
that pervades
our form
too.
Categories:
yogic, joy, love, spiritual,
Form: Etheree
Eons back there was naught what so,
Cosmic existence as we know,
Matter nor space now so rife,
Day nor night, death nor life,
All there was, was darkness
All around wrapped in nothingness,
And all-pervading cosmic will
Whence rose desire, the seed primeval—
Desire to manifest,
But who knows it the best?
One Alone, He may know,
Or He too may not know.
Perchance, love made first move,
When naught was, there was love.
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Musings |06.10.2022|
Poet’s note: A Sukta on creation of cosmic reality in Rig Veda conjectures on how it all started. Where this all came from? It wonders if even God knows. Based on scientific evidence we now know all this cosmos is very much there and it started off from that Big Bang over 14 billion years ago. Thousands of years back Indic seers made this Sukta, based on no scientific evidence, nor reasoning, but on ‘visionary, yogic, or mystical experience put in words’. Rig Veda says it was cosmic will, desire to manifest. This piece , a free verse, says: at the root of it all it is love. ‘When naught was there, there was love’.
Categories:
yogic, love,
Form: Free verse
A vertical tube closed at either end,
within which is soul, wishing to ascend
but all that surrounds is organic form,
brought forth to life by a divine bliss storm.
The body has it’s need which soul does feed;
soon tail wags the dog and need becomes greed.
Senses externalised, everything sized;
no wonder then, God’s rarely realised.
Who we are can never be negated.
Waking each morn, we find heart elated;
dwelling in silence, we reclaim soul’s bliss,
rapture unbound where nothing is amiss.
Sushumna illumined, pierces the crown ~
One with the universe, in love we drown
16-September-2022
Notes: Sushumna is an energy conduit, beginning at the root chakra and going straight up to the crown chakra. For further reading refer Wiki or any yogic text.
Categories:
yogic, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
Although unsteady was dear Aunt Ann’s gait
She struck a yogic pose for a portrait
On an ironing table
Her legends are now fable
Before her name, we prefix title ‘Late’
14-July-2022
Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsor Lisa YY
Categories:
yogic, 1st grade,
Form: Limerick
Hello there, oh glowing one
Radiant in resplendent light
We see you have travelled far
In as of course vibrationally
Nestled in a cocoon of bliss
Speckled by the elixir divine
Emitting soothing fragrance
Wafting across the inky void
Dwelling in a dome of delight
Oh dear one, this joy exalted
Aspirational as also laudable
Is it as yet suffused with love
Awakened from erst passivity
Selflessly choosing self-exile
Descending into gross realms
Where demonic fears haunt
Despondent souls in darkness
For if not, dear heart, reflect
We delight at your splendour
Glimpsed by periscope vision
Yet what avail transcendence
Which yets nurtures the ego
Transfixed in bliss thunderous
That is held captive in a shell
Shared not among all brethren
Of what use are yogic powers
If not energised by love divine
Love within in our heart knows
How compassion slowly grows
18-September-2021
Letter to your future self Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Categories:
yogic, introspection, muse,
Form: Free verse
The mystic sits down, in a yogic pose.
The chelas sit too, where energy flows.
The words were spoken, that inspired all.
To choose for the good, and to heed the call.
On their lifes mission, they would oft reflect.
On their masters words, and what he'd expect.
The guidance they knew, would help them to reach.
The height of their craft, for one day to teach.
So simple and pure, the lessons were learned.
The ones that raised up, not the ones that burned.
The myths and stories, of the good and bad.
the difference between, the happy and sad.
There is a reason, they chose the right,
One way is darkness, the other is light.
Categories:
yogic, life,
Form: Sonnet
Wow! What a wowsome couple
Solid super and serenely supple
Seems to have and understanding much
Love just suffuses seeing them such
How they are about to entwine
To run the universe divine
Yogic romance and celestial dance
Inspires me to skill enhance
Vibrance in their aura oozing
Perfectly flexible and amazing
Radha and her consort supreme
Stand for and epitomic couple extreme
Dreaming together is dashing duo
In their delightful romance due..!!
Categories:
yogic, angel, appreciation, art,
Form: Couplet
continues ....
(for it 'twas by him that she was awoken).
'Dont listen to hate, or give in to fear,
He said with a countenance kindly,
remember your Vedas and mantras,
Let your be life be lived for the many,
and not for the few,
don't be led into fascism blindly'!
With these wise, timely words in her ears she awoke,
And said by Krishna! I feel so much better,
I must give to the poor and buy the big issue
off that bloke,
the one that's got the red setter.
Now she's totally restored to full yogic health,
and she volunteers at the hospice on Sundays,
'Social welfare should be funded by taxes on wealth!'
She says now, and every Monday
Suzanne can be found (when no one's around)
doing good deeds,
for strangers,
by stealth.
Gone is the curse of the ware squirrel,
but, what of Cyril?
Surely, there must be some news?
The rumour is that he joined Conservative Home,
And now works for Boris in Tory HQ.
Categories:
yogic, allegory, analogy, england, humorous,
Form: Light Verse
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 ~
Categories:
yogic, fantasy, imagination,
Form: Monorhyme
Limerick: Once the Yogi of Himalaya
or the laughing gas Yogi
I
Once the Yogi of Himalaya
Preached laughing loud with Prânâyâma*
They thought him immortal
Put him on pedestal
Now he’s the toast of lost Gondwana.
II
Once the same Yogi Himalaya
Taught laughing during Prânâyâma*
Lungs stuck to diaphragm
Voice: phonocardiogram
Now he’s part of iced Fujiyama.
• Sanskrit for the art of breathing in yogic practices:
• prânâ = (cosmic) energy; âyâma = vitality.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Categories:
yogic, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Unification
On her knees, legs together in a yogic posture
Restrains both hands and shoulders in 'Chakra' devotion
She quells the demon of desire with in the ambience;
Breaking forth with energy to reach her divine soul:
Masters' to evolve in her self edification,
Riding each crest in joy to interact with nature,
Evoking the almighty grace into deep worship,
Learning to know her creator beyond the body and mind:
No physical love or torment need touch the freed soul;
One with her lord never to struggle in the rebirth storms:
Prompt Ref:-
http://hebuss.free.fr/img/bw3/boris_vallejo_bw_049.jpg
Categories:
yogic, life
Form: Free verse
Not in the temples, not in the shrines,
Not in the clergy's preaches and prayers,
Not by meditation not by trance,
God cannot be found by yogic stance.
God is deaf, God is blind,
Before His very eyes the criminals hide.
God is cruel, God is unjust,
He tortures a saint, but yields to a tyrant.
Trust no God, trust your deed,
With heart within, serve mankind
Your glorious deed will fetch you a reward,
As mankind's grandeurous God.
Categories:
yogic, devotion, education, introspection, philosophy,
Form: I do not know?