THE ALL SELF

A restless electron on the run
aspiring to be the sun
my beat is the farthest far,
beyond the flight of human thought.

All life and time in me coalesce
to be That, the All-Self permeating all
ever expanding, ever ordering
flowing in everlasting stream.

In each breath I live
the star-eyed mystery,
my each part-glimpse,
the vision of the whole.

THE SELF-IN-ALL

Om, the unknowable unseen
the incommunicable Sound
from the hallowed Beyond.

The Spirit effulgent,
the All-seeing Omniscient,
the Immanent Transcendent.

The Self-in-all, the Self overseeing all,
the outermost outspread of Brahman,
the Parbrahm Parmeshwara.

Maha Maya, the creative force
the mother of grand illusion,
the nescience behind the cycles of creation.

The inertial mass of black holes
the primordial creativity ever at work
shaping universes of becoming.

The covering of every verity in flux
caught in snares of worldliness
struggling for release.

BE ALL

Self-emanating effulgence
in every individual being and thing,
burning bright in every light beam.

The super-intelligence
from super conscious flowing
into consciousness of every being.

Knowing That you know all,
perceiving That, you perceive all,
being Therein you be all.

THE PERFECT ARCHITECT

I shape the dome of the sky,
the invisible pillared diadems,
fix in space the eternal points of light.

Introduce motion in all what I make:
gases, minerals, elements,
skies and spheres in space.

I design and create every form and thing:
the multitudinous worlds,
the interstellar spaces and cosmic seas.

I set swirling lights in galaxied darkness,
launch lucent ships of many a resonance
in boundless ocean of space-time.

Roar and thunder in tempestuous tides,
cause cataclysmic upheavals in cosmic seas,
inhere in dark void as the HIranyagarbha.

SERENITY OF A BUDDHA

Players glued to the game
conforming to regulative norms
alone can sift apart
the true from false.

The mystic core  in atom,
immune to fission,
the state of zen
shunyata in trance.

The thousand petals radiate
a million billion megawatts of light
suffused by ceaseless nectar rain
when bliss of silence descends.

The upward flow of light beam,
clears all obstructions,
the ineffable elation
signals the ultimate transformation.

The ecstasy of union,
the bliss of consummation,
the illumination of self-realization,
attend annihilation of ego-self.

All enlightenment
serenity of a Buddha,
comes from contentment,
mastery over passions.

Mind, senses, heart and will,
freed from the illusion's wheel
blaze the path celestial,
of the Centre Still.

Having materialized the proto-elements:
Earth, water, air, fire, ether,
carefree He abides in mystical Void,
the home of eternal Zen.


THE DIVINE HARMONY

The eternal sacrifice:
giving all receiving all
a full cycle.

The all created,
yet to be created,
informed by His light.

To Him consecrate all what you do
surrender all what you think,
He alone is the doer.

Each man is a microcosm,
a living hologram
of many a macrocosm.

Mosaics of micro macro creations,
mini-universes and meta-worlds
set in infinite space.

Suiting one's talent
each planet plays distinctive instrument
to orchestrate the divine harmony.


YOU SHALL REACH


By fixity of faith,
by ceaseless knocking,
one day you shall reach.

In silence hear
the song of spheres,
resonating at all times,


THE SEEDLESS STATE

Merrily I walk
in world's dark woods
its lush luxuriance I savor
sweet and sour.

On track of light and sound
I go around
sowing seeds of light
in my garden of gloom.

Set in harmonic measures
life's every sob, every pain,
every whisper, every refrain
as I stand on celestial stair.

Unbounded free
the song of spheres I hear,
in the seedless state of being
the fullness of freedom.


COSMIC RESONANCE

Even if there be one who lives
the bliss of consummation,
transforms everyone into a beacon
in the world's oceanic darkness.

Silence laps all nature,
in supernal splendor,
all crannies it interfuses
with bliss of oneness.

On life's sounding board
all discords
blend into harmony
of cosmic resonance.

ONE MORE CRUCIFIXTION

On the sky's canvas I paint
the creation's dawn :
blood dipped the horizon's rim,
the crimson red the crown
letting splendour of the dome
come out vivid and alive.

The fury of elements,
overflowing waterfalls,
meadows and mountains,
of starlit firmaments I sing.
My saga is writ on spheres,
my epic-exploits everyone hears.

The star hero of epochal lore,
the cult figure whom multitudes adore,
bearing the cross of my transgressions
I stand transfixed in the world's thoroughfare
awaiting one more crucifixtion of the son
this time no resurrection, no home coming.


THE ULTIMATE REVELATION

A lotus grown in muddy lake,
Truth's self forever awake
on whose whisper doors are flung open,
I am the ultimate revelation.

I unfold the creator's perfect plan
inscribed in the heart of every man,
hourly relayed on the film of time
by the scale of spherical chime.

No mystery, no truth beyond my eyes,
no mystic realm, no glen of paradise,
the nodal point of starry systems,
the compass of heavenly revolutions.

I keep a count of every mishap,
deviant orbits, discordant taps,
a lone meteor's fall
chance straying of a star.

My vision encompasses
worlds of humans and gods,
my saga the epic stuff of bards.
of laurels won and kingdoms lost.



THE COMMON PAIN

I bear and share the common pain,
the ordinariness of ordinary strain,
the pangs of birth and death's groan,
the flaying of flesh and tearing of bones.

the joy of beaming stars and gleaming lights,
the pain of tearful days and weeping nights,
the mystique of fading suns and menstrual moons,
of blue-blooded dawns and darkened noons.



HE IS LILADHAR

All spiritual toil
but a gift of grace,
a benediction from the most High.

He bridges every chasm,
He fords every abyss,
He saves you from deluge.

He rides on tidal whirls,
He creates the wheel eternal
He makes the skies and oceans run.

He makes hexagonal wheels
polygons upon polygons,
setting them move in the neotic flux.

He is Liladhar,
rejoices at what he creates,
this never ending show of creation.

He Himself reduces this all to ashes
reenacting this Lila Kaivalayam
letting it to go on ad infinitum.

SERENADING TO HEAVENS

From far-off realms come light beams
by eternity of silence propelled
irradiating a light of million suns.

The lights set in a circle
blazing symphonically
serenading to heavens.

Celeberation of the Ultimate,
the object of eternal quest
beyond this vale of tears.

This rapturous dance of elements,
this burgeoning epoch in creation
This dawn of divinity's birthing,

This flash of illumination,
of soul's enlightenment,
its union with the One.


I WAS THERE

In the beginning
when nothing was there,
no stirring of life,
no being, no non-being,
no cowl of the sky,
no spangled heavens,
no spring-eyed earths,
no cycle of seasons,
no eonic time,
no canopy, no roof,
I was there.

No primeval creativity-in-action
no stereo harmony of heavens
frozen eternity not yet set to chime.
Time had not yet spun its course
nor death and life cycle begun
in all-enveloping darkness
stillness stared at itself
in the still stare of silence.

No ray, no flicker,
no stir, no movement,
no flap, no flutter,
wingless void unpatterned,
unconscious, unmanifest,
One and only One,
on the python throne
in dreamless sleep
myself, the formless, first.

ORIGINAL BLOSSOMING

Original blossoming,
the state of the eternal spring,
before heavenly processions began
even before Time ran its cycle.

The universes beyond count
in harmonic circles moving,
unchanging perennial
from eternity to eternity.

No waxing, no waning,
steady state at all times,
at every point in time,
and even beyond time.

Full in the beginning,
full in the middle,
full in the end,
the fullness of the full.

MYSELF TO MYSELF

Only One remains
throughout the enoic time
weaving on His desire loom
new creations in succession.

The maker of the plot
himself knows the hidden suspense,
its cloak-dagger intrusions,
the ensnaring stratagems.

He, the puppeteer pulls puppets' string,
knows when to launch which one,
how long to make it strut on the stage,
at what moment to clamp the curtain.

The magic shadow-show has been on
since the beginning of time,
this play of hide and seek,
no chance it will ever cease.

Who is searching whom
when there is no second,
yet such zest in the quest!
myself to my Self!

THE SOLE REFUGE

His wish unrolls the scroll of space,
at his bidding skies and heavens race,
He is One and only One,
the author of grand illusion.

By Him we hear,
by Him we think,
by Him we see,
by Him we feel.

He is the object of hearing,
He is the object of thought,
He is the object of sight,
He is the object of feeling.

He is the ear,
He is the mind,
He is the eyes,
He is the heart.

By knowing Him nothing remains to be known,
by seeing Him nothing remains to be seen,
by thinking Him nothing remains to be thought,
He is the Power supreme beyond all attributes.

To Him is this Hymn,
the Sole Refuge,
the Goal of every prayer,
the God of every worship.


FULLNESS OF UNION

No man is an island
but a shore
of the shoreless vast,
the ocean flows in every heart.

A frontier to eternities of creations,
void is all what one can see
on this side of life,
on that side of death.

When a drop meets the ocean,
the ocean becomes the drop,
no more cognition of separation,
no more asymmetry of perception.

All antinomies dissolve
in fullness of union,
the knower and the known
merge into one.

Naked you stand before the mirror
like the Truth transparent.


THE CREATIVE SPIRIT

I am sentience in every being,
Consciousness of isness in all,
meta psychic energy in every cell,
Kinesis of becoming in every particle,
my resonance times in every twirl
stirred by the Nad eternal.

Before the deliriumed whirls
Of spiraling nebulae,
even before the Rita was born,
I was there, Sat,
the beginning less,
the First.

Before the chaos swirled everywhere
I was there
churning the deep,
the Order-Will
dreaming creation's dance
in the nebular space.

The fecund egg of egg,
the seed of luminous void,
wombing  innumerable universes
In gloom of  gaping black holes,
the Creative Spirit,
the Hiranyagarbha.

WITNESS TO EERIE HAPPENINGS

In flashes of explosion I see
a million billion crackers burst
in desolate dark of the sky.

The punctured  sheen of space unfolds
on eternity's chequer board,
mosaics in black and white.

Witness to eerie happenings
in vortexed passivity of cosmic deep
billion trillion cosmoses sleep.

The whirling skies
one above the other,
the star systems galore.

In the infinity of space
spangled heavens
are seen expanding in all directions.