CUP OF QUALIA

Sky is vast and the cup is empty

Still water, still keeps flowing!

As boundaries and labels vanish

In this qualia of evanescent experience

Happy is the mind that breaks free !  

MIND'S SHOW

Who runs this show in my mind?

Who is the actor; who is the audience?

When I peep into the silence of my minds back stage

Through the glassy haze; all I see is only  emptiness! 

Yet, some one puts up the screen

Someone keeps the camera keeps rolling

But, who is it then, who watches?

Some one seems to act; someone gestures

But, who is the one who directs? 

There is no script, there is no written dialogue

But who is it, who speaks words from my mouth ? 

In this ever-unfolding mystery, of the show of my life  

Where no one performs; and no one watches ! 

 Who is it, who awaits curtains fall?

EMPYREAL MANIFESTATION

Oh empyreal one; of mystery and awe!

                                                                                 

I have been longing for even  a glimpse of  your shadow

I have traveled the seven seas, and scaled up mighty mountains

Yet, I find you no where, in the world outside!

Oh mysterious one!

How can I seek you, when you are hidden!

Hidden behind my thoughts, and blinded eyes!

Hidden to foolish woes and cries!

Lost in this futile search for your external presence

My fatigued eyes close, and my lonesome heart sinks

With dawning humility, my pointless ego finally shrinks

And at this very moment!

You manifest your mysterious self!

My enlightened senses turn inward

Inward to the beauty of this wondrous manifestation

And in this light of your manifest formlessness 

How can I not, but see you in everything!

Everything in the universe outside! 

As my inner eyes finally open!

Finally open,  to the dawn of the inner light!

When the sun doesn’t shine and the moon doesn’t rise

When there is darkness everywhere

This inner light is that, which forever shines

Shining and manifesting as your magnificence

Shining and manifesting as your presence

Oh empyreal one; of mystery and awe

Make me a manifestation of you!

BAT'S SONIC VIEW

The wall of music, in dark sounds of green

The noisy world, beyond what is seen

The Bat’s sonic view, of the  musical sky

 Of  echoes of creatures, fleeting by

Images and shades, of pitch and tone

Sonograms of life, and obstacles unknown

A puff of speech in grey-scale of silence

Colorless minds in harmonic resonance

Redness of red and the blueness of blue

The Qualia of life; a  mystical brew

You may look ; and you may  even see

But a  blinded bat can  you ever be ?