Saturday, April 18, 2020

Soul poem IV..........the Brahman...is dead

Soul poem IV..........the Brahman...is dead

Love ..is a faint voice...
almost like a child..
in womb....mostly felt and 
mostly unseen  
yet filling the existence 
of a woman.....and of a man, is unknown
yet ..as of now ..
the search is on 
for the cosmos and the feminine...



Time...moves
in leaps ....over the mountains..
sometimes as clouds...sometimes as thick fog
time is truth..they say..
and truth is space...they say
but space is every where..
inside you ..inside me
yet...as of now
the search is on
for the space....where truth is spoken...here and now.



The Brahman 
is dead...so are the sacred threads
and the beads
and the chants
and all the strings....
attached and those devoid...
can be consumed...by yellow and red  and blue .. flames
yet as of now,
the search is on ...
for the fire ...of sublimation 
of existence



The Brahman....
is dead....the cosmic recluse 
is .... everywhere indeed...
birth never created  him
 death cant  undo her......Dance.....my love
in insane ..sanity
Drink.......my zoya
all the sorrows ....
of all the lives...
and sing ..
in your own voice
your own song 
..in your own way..
liberation..is here...and ...wow

yet  as of now....the search is on ...
for ....a     lullaby







the phrase 'Brahman is interchangeably used here to denote the birth ..in a caste.....and as in 'the self -Atman'( where he and she mean the same) Unless the birth order dies ,,,the 'other order' does not emerge .....the other 'order' is a spiritual path if one may say so...for no one knows what liberation means....to the liberated....and the liberated..can only say so in comparison to his or her erstwhile state. This is the last of the soul poems series... my dialogue with Zoya continues...as love , as the feminine, and as life itself ,
SHE ...fails to wither away...and I m not a  whiner.
 

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