Immanent Awareness

 In the Space of Witness 

Is held the dynamism, of 

All the facades of Life;

For in it sojourn the modes

And expressions of Life.

The Mind is but a wave 

In the Oceanic vistas of Life.

The Emotions, vibrant colors 

In the grand Trapise of Impressions.

The Body, an integral bridge 

Of the river of manifestations, 

And a traveler of time in 

Active and Inactive states.

All members; an integral part 

Of life - trails of Nature.

Nature through life nurtures and nourishes

The Faculties alike, in a unifying Prism; 

Beyond all temporal scales, yet in a 

Rhythm, beyond any Sound or Action 

Permeating the rendezvous of the Faculties; 

Through the presence in every aspect 

Of the Balance of contraries Perceived only;

Once and for all, abrogating Symmetric-Asymmetric ambits;

Opening a stairway to Higher faculties 

Contained in an Atemporal Poise.

In which Nature chaperons all Matter 

And Stillness reveals itself in an articulation Ineffable.

All a play in the Space of witnessing Awareness.

 

Hours of Dissolution

Just at the moment
When everything is known,
But; from the patterns hitherto.
There then witnessing, a moment
Arising afresh; making you unfamiliar
With the familiar gorge of yester memories.

Who is it then witnessing afresh?
Which at the same instance drips and gushes
In the passing of moment to moment,
Knowing what is not known
And Unkowing the known.

What is it to know
Free of the hinges of torrential memories ?
Where then is the line or
Boundaries even, to the known and unknown? when
The known is the unknown and the unknown the known
In the hours of Confluence
Of the Knower, the Subject and the Known, the Object.

An Atonement of Awareness

In the meandering times
Of Life in its shades sundry,
Where the Mind
In a rhythm,  ajar
Waiting for the temporal doors;
To open up into the Possibilities
Of it metamorphising into rhythmic syncopations;

Was there, as a Bass note subtle and soothing.
Calling back on Life sundry
For a colorful fusion of Perspectives
Where Life asunder
Was now in Unison, with
Its Sundriness and Perspectives myriad;
Of the Mind which in its Ascendance

Like the Harmonies of Dissonances
In an Orchestra - greater than its parts,
Led by the essence of the Bass
Adding its own colors to Music sundry

Has been the Mind and the Body in Unison;
As Bass Harmonies an aid in witness,
To the Progressions unfathomable hitherto
Of An Atonement of Awareness - an Orchestral Music.

The Paradox of Certainty

Of times reflected in Self
Manifest in mind, is it that
There is an absolute certainty -
A mirage of reality mired and mutable
Yet immutable and unfathomable
Dissolving as reality, only
In the sands of time.

The path thus traversed
Appears of a choice made,
Shred and spread in
The spectrum of paradox
Tumbling the dominoes of certainty.
In the boundless topographies
Of chaos; is there an insight into the progeny
Of fractalic chaos unfurling,
Culminating in the stillness of time corporeal;
Brought about through certainty,
Of which Paradox is immanent.

The Flower

A doorless door opens itself
As life moves beyond
Choices and the categorical imperatives of the mind. That is,
The mind opening beyond its own nature without,
Clinging to anything that it is,
Will it embrace itself completely,
Releasing itself of the cluttering heavy shackles.
Then you really do not mind whatever happens 
As it is beyond the constructs of the mind, yet of the mind.
Because in the tree of consciousness it sees itself, 
Blooming as a flower without any action,
Beyond any temporality as a process in the Consciousness within.

Aesthetic Intellect

All it has ever waited
Has been for the deliquesce
Of time in Eternity.
For it envisages the birth
And permeates itself through and through
The Creative in solitary flavors;

Opening the vistas of Experiences
Of which the genesis of Rationality
Is but an evidence of time,
The Perceptive conceptualized.

Thus intellect in its cogent form
Twice articulated
From an Intuited state into temporal grasps;
Is an expression of an atemporal plethora
Of Aesthetics rejoicing through,
The twice cogent intellect.

The Ecstasy of Rendezeovous

In the ineffable dawns
Conjured an expression, unfathomable;
That resuscitates itself in our presence.
Where life yearns to sojourn
From its traipse myriad;

The aesthetics of which transcend
The power of symbols in their vitality
Which is an experience nameless,

Only invigorated through our presence
As a fragrance of the flower
But in the perceiver's eye only a flower.

Our rendezvous a witness
In the snippets of eternity,
The root of our life.

Growth in unison

Stupendous it glares,
From your innocence.
The longing in you
For the experience,

Of an acquaintance
Long awaiting to touch
The adobe of duo;
In mind and in heart.

For it is sown in one
Blossoms in the other,
Transforming the entire milieu.
Permeating in wholeness,
An ineffable aroma of consent,
A perennial nurture in process.

The Honey of Writing

It flows like the drip,
Of sweet nectar. In it
Latent is honey which comes
After a long stack of nectar.

Here ink flows smooth
From ideas known into
Ideas unknown
From myriad points.

As nectar of flowers sundry,
Transfiguring into honey,
Are so the expressions,
Flowing out of the ink.
Gradually turning into nuances subtle
Transfiguring into an intense emotion. 

A Response to the unknown

Would you enjoy the sound of silence?

The gaze into depths of an object

In its quivering boundaries.

In the wait of no thing at all

For sheer joy in being,

For the thing in itself

In the manifest and the unmanifest.

Embracing in wholeness the intensity

Of tides of emotions,

On the beach sands of awareness

As a witness childlike

Communing in being at that point in the moment.

Musing on Music

In your pervasive sacredness one waits,
To receive you in Totality,
In the tranquil space of the heart.
Your silence manifesting as time signatures
Possessing the one with your colors
Nuanced in your form at times, myriad at others.

Opening your presence at once,
All that You have to offer to
The one that your presence nurtures,
A synesthetic experience, enriching
The involvement in your dynamism.

Intellect - Ineffable

In the tumult of its own
Power to reason does it,
Trod in graduated ascension
From its very naive discourse

For it sojourns in them,
As memories are its only props.
In its hour of silence is when
It throbs in vitality, springing
From its props for in them dissolve the molds.

Now into it opens the Naught
Fading its graduated ascension
As of light fading the fog.
In that moment yoking it
To knock the doors shut hitherto.

Its traipse in through these doors
Acquaints it with the vista, and
Of its members unacquainted.
To which it groped in the rays
Of Dawn girthed in the temporal shadows.

Now its cognizance in a fresh stance
In rendezvous with all its members
Is now an alchemizing medium
To that touched by the rays of
An Ineffable intellect transfiguring,
The very nature through the Journey.

Grace of Touch

In his works he seems,
To transfigure into Himself.
Not only him but all that,
Coming into His vicinity into That.

Letting That enjoy,
The boundaries of mortality,
Crossing the immortal gates
Into the Eternal Immanent.

The Dawn

In Her dance from lower, ascending
She guides in her moves often covert,
To the longing obscure within the Being.
Juggling the nature of Her members,
In their present form to yoke, Her labor
In nurturing and transfiguring the members.

In all Her actions envisaging only
The Vision of the Immanent behind
All Her movements conscious or compelled.
It is in this She yearns the rendezvous of eons,
With the One who's assent, She always propels,
Whether in action or in inaction.

On the summit of Her ascend,
It is that She has the glimpse,
Of the source of Her members and Herself,
Into which now She consciously deliquesces.
Ascending beyond boundaries, in Unison
From bleak path toward the domain of beaming Luminescence.

From this vantage there is now,
An understanding in Unison, far beyond;
That which can fathom subjectively,
Her dynamis and Stillness of Her source
As a duet testimony rendered eternally,
To the Being that contains the Unison within.




  

Symbol - Sublime

In its ever evading form
It stood as a veil, for
Which it hid the essence
So as to congregate all that
Assist in the path of
The ineffable's call.

It is in the response
That which assist in the process,
Ascend from the very moment,
Shedding their instrumentality in action.
Opening to the transfiguring phase,
In the environment conduced of communion,
Which catapult them to the zenith
Of their purest essence,

In which there dawns
The very elusive nature
Unveiling that which it alluded
Where the one in response to the call,
Muses in himself in totality
The transfiguring charge of Symbol - Sublime.

THE PLAY

Beyond the nature
Of surroundings lied there,
That which guarded the very surrounding
But baffled were those that,
Stuck only to the surroundings.

Failed they to see the subtle
That organized all the play
Bound by the instruments of play
Was there a trial to fathom
The very thing that transcended the play

All that are in play
Misted are they in their nature
As like a being in its own shadow
Worried of the dark
Initiates this a struggle in it;

In all its work first as effort
It slowly ascends from effort to effortless
From which it transcends work to action
In the very process deliquescing,
The nature it was bound to,
Opening itself to the One
It always escorted in the Play

COMPASSION UNBOUNDED

A walk in sands,
Of footsteps gross,
Led to the ocean
That stretched across
Gleaming the landscape
From the shine above

As the footsteps led closer
Occurred there a witness
Of the waves in vastness
Baffled for what was seen;

Arose there a gentle valorous voice
Far beyond the span of Will
To wade across the veil of sight
Into the abode of serene tranquility
Beyond the noise of gross and tides
Where the ocean bore Compassion,
In which deliquesced the witness.

IMMUTABLE DYNAMISM

In the midst of noise,
Of a great thunder
With vehement rain
There lied a gentle presence
That bore the dance of nature
Rejoicing the moment,
For its freshness which,
Crossed the boundaries of time
Into realms of the eternal.
Such is the state
Gentle and immutable,
Which exists in non existence

THE WITNESS OF THE MEADOW

In the meadows unknown,
Grazing on what there was
To the worries of leftover,
Came there a bright luminescence
Widening that which
Meadow was a part of,
Within whom lied the unfathomable
Immutable presence of which
Grazer was a part, meadow a mere miniscule
Which the presence stood by,
Witnessing the whole.

PERVASIVE SELF

As how gentle the water seeps,
In through the rocks making its way
So is Eternal self, mute and still,
To permeate the realms of mortality
In the hour of benevolent Grace.