WAHE GURU, WAHE GURU, WAHE GURU, WAHE JEEO:
"The ecstasy of consciousness is my beloved."
i am in total awe of the way that you write poetry.
i also wonder at your huge heart, for so many of your
beautiful pieces are about love, and your messages
on the pages of others are full of optimism,
encouragement and genuine affection.
i was drawn to this particular piece because
you mention that it was inspired by a shakti mantra.
when i looked further, i see you have cleverly drawn in brahma's muse and consort, saraswati. a child of the mind and goddess of arts and poetry. she could have well as emerged from brahma's heart as
from his head. she is also the powerful river;creative, purifying, and nourishing, so i love the idea of her imploding like an inside out waterfall.
when i read and re-read pieces of writing,
that are so brilliantly crafted, like this,
i cannot help but dwell for a moment
on the fact that it was recognised a long time ago,
that speech and language is the motivating power behind actions. i like the idea that because of this, brahma's muse holds power over the celestial gods.
[ it reminds me of how Awkward writes poetry about the injustices in this world, when others might utter an expletive or resort to a more violent display of feeling]
i also like the thought that out of all the madness and chaos, brahma discovered the melody of mantras, thus
filling the world with vital energy.
I read recently that Sai Maa, the renowned
spiritual luminary said, 'mantras are vibrations. with mantras you connect to the vibration
of the cosmos, the divine feelings, the divine love
that permeates the whole creation.'
i most definitely felt the powerful and extremely wonderful vibrations as well as a great deal of love,
emanating from your lion's share.
i especially love your final message that you leave
as an unanswered question for us to really think about:
'who among you has stayed
to cheer on wealth belonging only
to your self? when your Self can
find every note's bliss
as a dancer's dream
i have found myself repeating it and wondering how i can incorporate it into student discussion next week. to me, it is just perfect.
i feel that you have gone out of your way to share this gift of love,and i for one, have certainly benefited from spending a while in deep thought on your pages. thank you very much indeed.
ps. i followed the link in your journal and very much enjoyed listening to Kelawen.
as i come from Scotland, there was an instant connection! after reading your poetry,
it did not surprise me in the least to read that you add variety, tempo, tone, depth and colour to the music. it made me smile - a huge smile.
...as wisdom devoted
to the shine of hair
smelling of musk
and children's laughter;
this altar is lined with candles
inscribed with names
soaked in rainbow tallow:
a burning dance,
a three-fold petal
split apart, distilled in change.
come, these stones i've saved
are meant to be thrown;
radiata, iris, home.