For the nameless,and eternal has a beauty which is transcendental
Free from the ends and starts
It is, a circle of love and light.
To feel the nameless, one must put
All energy into feeling,
Thinking,
And listening to the unsung, unknown, and unheard.
To attain the nameless, one must put
All energy into mixing
Becoming one
With that silence, sincere and lovely, untainted and unending.
Like ayonija, is this land, and it's culture
Beyond the scale of linear time
Which, the boastful, new age scholars of human intelligence have
Forced onto us and our books.
Neither am I a Hindu, nor an Indian
Nor a Yoga teacher, neither a master of Zen
I am no-thing, which lives forever
And is beyond the definition of it!
I am Santana Dharma— to speak of it
That is the closest thing I am.
I am a dweller of Bharat— to speak of it
That is the closest thing I am.
I am a Yogi in the making— to speak of it
That is the closest thing I am.
I am no-thing—neither eternal, nor void
Neither the black hole, nor the dark matter
Which the "classy and high IQ" people call me.
I am no-thing— neither everything, nor the physical
Maybe I am not even "no-thing".
I am, beyond these, all these definitions.
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Tandava And Lasya
PoetryThe first poem is the Winner of Yoga Mythology contest "The pang of separation, the loss of love... A peek at the story of Shiva and Sati from Hindu mythology through a poem." I decided to not end this book and continue it. The central theme is spi...
