Shambho (Poem)
Unorthodox in thought, word and deedThe very stance they say is a sacrilegious deed My breath and body an unencumbered […]
Unorthodox in thought, word and deedThe very stance they say is a sacrilegious deed My breath and body an unencumbered […]
A tiny flame flickersfragile in the nightlygathering of impregnableDarkness Dark Seemingly waging a lonelybattle against thisboundless bounty That is the
Fortresses can protect notfragile well being of the know nots Outside enemy you can vanquishwith fortresses and armies of your
Does canvas and paintmake a pictureOr is it the hand and mindthat makes pictures Or is it that pictures have always
As ordinary as ordinary can beas glorious as glory can be A gentle presence like a flowery fragrancebut an overwhelming
Embodying the raging madnessexuded by the MoonBecame the fountainheadof unfathomed mysterieshidden in the Moon Ageless outpouring I becameof the coolness
A mother has to bear much painTo nurture and deliver a mortal swainStill willing to bear the painAs the joys
In the darkest crevicesof one’s being lies light Light that shines only for the onesthat sink into the very depths of
As I see the seeminglyperpetual play of breath The breath: the maker of my body,The taker of my beingWhen the
There is no DanceWithout a Dancer The Dancer is not feltIn Dance perfect The perfection of the DanceDissolves the Dancer