SPACE WITHOUT TIME
I
have lost my SELF
Am
void seeking fulfillment
Cheering
and guiding
My
Self had been;
A
dancing stream,
Pretty
and youthful love,
River
full of current
Just
as a river
Loses
itself into the Ocean;
And
a loving beautiful
Maiden
loses her’Self’
In
the arms of her beloved
Is
not lost my Self
As
A
gem is lost
In a
wild forest;
A
companion warrior
In
the battle field;
A
love separated
By
unkind fate;
Is
lost my Self
The
violent storms of Life
Devastated,
broke and sank
My
Self
Making
it a debris
On
the bed of life
A
flower fully blown
A
bud it became again
Which
encompassed so much
Has
become vacuum within
Dreams
dried up
As
summer streams
Thoughts
became
Crossword
puzzles
In
the absence of
My
Self
I am
Space
Without
Time.
A TIME-UNCONSCIOUS FLOW OF VACUUM
My
mind is my beloved,
My identity
and my essence;
When
it is missing
I am
perplexed
Am
experiencing vacuum within
Friendships
and passions no longer are delighting
Humor
and sweet chats with dear ones are gone;
Pains,
aches, disappointments in love
Are
no more wrenching my heart;
Heart’s
sweet rhythm and fast beats too are missing;
Gay
abandon with my sweet hearts
Is
no longer desired;
Their
bewitching beauties
No
more are angling;
The
rise and set of thought forms
And
flow of joys and blissful experiences,
All
have ceased to happen
Now,
when my mind has disappeared
Am
deaf to sounds
Blind
to sights
Insensitive
to
Smells,
sweet and bitter tastes,
Amorous
and loving touches,
Cooling
and warm hugs;
Am
not able to differentiate between
Full-moon
and new moon nights;
Among
loving, indifferent and piercing looks
Perceptions, intuitions,
Languages,
Sciences, philosophies,
Experiences,
insight, understanding
Contemplations,
remembrances
Gained,
stored and recollected
Have
vanished in the absence of my mind,
The
facilitator and companion of my life
Now I
am,
Lord Krishna unable to play on flute
Lord
Nataraja sans cosmic dance
Frozen
Ganges devoid of flow and current
A lover
who lost his sweet heart
A flow
of vacuum
Unconscious
of Time and its flow
WHAT IS PLEASURE?
-
I
What
is pleasure?
Sensual
play with
A
beautiful she
Or
listening to melodious song of
The
cuckoo on the tree
What
is pleasure?
II
What
is pleasure?
Understanding
Einstein
Enjoying
Shakespeare
Reading
Krishnamurti, Aurobindo
Or feasting
eyes with Picaso, Ravivarma
And
ears with Thyagaraja, Beethoven
What
is pleasure?
III
What
is pleasure?
Interaction
with computer
Or sitting
behind telescope
And
watch the Universe
Roaming
in space
Proliferating
destructive weapons
Or
swimming in the depths of Seas
What
is pleasure?
IV
What
is pleasure?
Watching
the rise and set
Of
the Golden Sun
Or
the rise and fall of
Mighty
waves
What
is pleasure?
V
What
is pleasure?
Scaling
the peaks of the mountains
Winning
places in games
Ruling
a Nation or amassing money
Or
fooling the ignorant
And
torturing the innocent
What
is pleasure?
VI
Can
Providing
shelter
To
the destitute be pleasure?
Can
Feeding
the hungry be pleasure?
Can
Relieving
the pain of
The
afflicted be pleasure?
Can
Living
in harmony without malice
With
nature and fellow living-beings
Be
pleasure?
Can
Annihilating
Destructive
weapons
Be
pleasure?
Does
pleasure vary?
From
being to being
Nation
to Nation?
What
is pleasure?
*******************
THE FLOW OF TRANQUILITY
When
my mind merges with my SELF
Who
am I? What is my Being?
Friendships
and passions no more stir
Grief
and aches no longer grip
It’s
neither dream nor deep sleep
No
sense of time but am aware
Nothing
is in the awareness
Still
completeness pervades
Within
is like a serene lake
Without
thought waves I am awake
Mind
that has engulfed within
Disappeared
as river in to the ocean
And
as the youthful girl loses herself
In
the embrace of her beloved
Streams
of sense move in and as silence
When
the mind dissolves itself in the SELF
Am an
intuitive seer
A
dynamic loving Being
A
blissful awareness
A
flow of tranquility
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