Uppanishadic Stanzas
1.
I cup my being as the sea in its gentle caress to the sand of the shoreline, like delilahs in meadows caught in their constant dance
speak to me not how whispers wander through my window as the lover makes to his beloved - clouds pass regardless before the golden gaze of the moon,
not wishing, not denying, simply being there in their acceptance, as in a consolation to the soul & a gentle reminder of the greater things in life
this time in its many faces of distraction it wears the mask of a cat, whimsical in its play, a husk cold merely for its own enjoyment & hidden nature’s desire
I find my loving heart unequal to the masquerade,
I write the score of this swan song only half lived, half ventured, only half discovered on the desolate shore of my being with its many masks of delicacy
2.
What would you do to dig deeply in trepidation to see that the mind is like the reflection of a mirror stained with the corruption of dust and sense impression –
not the mirror itself, it’s wooden frame weighty with the years of sacrifice and memory of sap and oak as in the virtuous cleft and cleave of sinew in flesh,
but its reflection of self-in-itself is its priceless gift to the world; pure mind before temptation, a torch to light all torches, the spark unforgiving & timeless, ephemeral –
and lost in a moment’s grasping
3.
Thou art that, deep within –
Geometry of the soul
Essence stainless with sin
As the river cleanses me free
& leads me homewards
Ever onwards, path without
The cleft of shoreline
Dawn rises above windswept hills
4.
The river looks to its reflection in the night sky
As in a lost brother caught in grasping gravity
Pulled down deep to the bottom of its dawn
Its vision of starlight in glassy glowing meadows
Speak of the tomorrows of its forgotten days
The light that finds darkness, embracing
As in the comfort of a mother to its offspring
Nebulae and galaxies spiralling above constellations
Themselves a comfort to foistered travellers
Of the unknown seas, sprang from shallow depths of humanly horrific imagination
Sea snakes and monsters, the kraken with its slithery whip
Sirens calling in lusty shape from jagged rock
Tales older than language haunt mankind’s dreams
Yet find older still the hope of the swallow to sea-weary sailors
toil-tossing sail in hopes of safe harbour
& a libation of thanks to the gods
