MYSELF TO MYSELF

MYSELF TO MYSELF

Only One remains

throughout the enoic time

weaving on His desire loom

new creations in succession.

The maker of the plot

himself knows the hidden suspense,

its cloak-dagger intrusions,

the ensnaring stratagems.

He, the puppeteer pulls puppets' string,

knows when to launch which one,

how long to make it strut on the stage,

at what moment to clamp the curtain.

The magic shadow-show has been on

since the beginning of time,

this play of hide and seek,

no chance it will ever cease.

Who is searching whom

when there is no second,

yet such zest in the quest!

myself to my Self!

COSMIC RESONANCE

Even if there be one who lives

the bliss of consummation,

transforms everyone into a beacon

in the world's oceanic darkness.

Silence laps all nature,

in supernal splendor,

all crannies it interfuses

with bliss of oneness.

On life's sounding board

all discords

blend into harmony

of cosmic resonance.

THE PERFECT ARCHITECT

I shape the dome of the sky,

the invisible pillared diadems,

fix in space the eternal points of light.

Introduce motion in all what I make:

gases, minerals, elements,

skies and spheres in space.

I design and create every form and thing:

the multitudinous worlds,

the interstellar spaces and cosmic seas.

I set swirling lights in galaxied darkness,

launch lucent ships of many a resonance

in boundless ocean of space-time.

Roar and thunder in tempestuous tides,

cause cataclysmic upheavals in cosmic seas,

inhere in dark void as the HIranyagarbha.

THE ULTIMATE REVELATION

A lotus grown in muddy lake,

Truth's self forever awake

on whose whisper doors are flung open,

I am the ultimate revelation.

I unfold the creator's perfect plan

inscribed in the heart of every man,

hourly relayed on the film of time

by the scale of spherical chime.

No mystery, no truth beyond my eyes,

no mystic realm, no glen of paradise,

the nodal point of starry systems,

the compass of heavenly revolutions.

I keep a count of every mishap,

deviant orbits, discordant taps,

a lone meteor's fall

chance straying of a star.

My vision encompasses

worlds of humans and gods,

my saga the epic stuff of bards.

of laurels won and kingdoms lost.