wearing the sky.
Look at this glowing day! What clothes
could be so beautiful, or
more scared?
[Taken from Poetry for the Spirit: Poems of Universal Wisdom and Beauty, Edited by Alan Jacobs]
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The tri-pinnacled lake.
Is crowned by a cliff, glittering in the skies.A bund links HarmukhWith Qaunsar Nag (Veshnapad)The septapeaked mountain Lake isCaged in a limitless VOID:
With a rope of loose-spun thread am I towing
Would that God heard my prayerand brought me safe across!Like water in cups of unbaked clayI run to waste.Would God I were to reach my home!
Now I saw the hearth ablaze,
Now I saw the Pandava Mother,Now she was but a potters’ aunt
Tickled by the sparks of Shiva consciousness
My desire deepened and IMoulded my nature by pranayamas: (Deep breathing)Torched my liver:With the fire of Love:And thus. I foundGraceful Shiva before me.
I will weep and weep for you, O Mind;
Though you cling to them with the anchor of steel,Not even the shadow of the things you love Will go with you when you are dead.Why then have you forgot your own true Self ?
I might disperse the southern clouds,
I might cure the incurable sick,But I cannot convince a fool.