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

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

14 December 2014 at 20:03

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.