Sunday, 29 June 2014
CELESTIAL DREAM
THE WOLF OF GUBBIO
Vultures circled and flew high
Leaf-less trees stood pointlessly
still
High upon the rocks of a barren
peak
Rising from the dark shadows
He snarled!
He howled!
His eyes were blood shot
In them, the Terror was red!
Shining in the silvery moon light!
His Ivory canines, craved for a
kill!
Mortal fear clutched the soil
The gates of Gubbio rattled
Remnants of gut and bone
Mixed with the pungent smell of
fear
Filled the cold winter air
No one dared to leave home
For anyone who dared
Never returned!
No one but, Saint Francis
Saint Francis of Assisi!
A man of the lord; a man of
compassion
A man of word and deed!
Having been called upon
Called upon by the people of Gubbio
Having been called upon in
desperation
Saint Francis of Assisi
Prayed and contemplated!
Opened the creaky gates of Gubbio
Made a sign of the cross
And entered the fanged land of the
wolf!
A sudden movement of the shadows!
A sudden appearance!
Growling to announce!
Crouching to pounce
Fire in his eyes!
Fangs exposed!
The Wolf of Gubbio!
The man of Assisi turned
A gentle smile adorned his face
He reached out!
Reached out to the yearning beast!
The wolf in return!
Snarled!
Looking into his fiery eyes of
terror !
He saw his hidden fear
Through his aggressive demeanour
He saw the unhealed wounds of his
past
Through his thirst for blood
He saw the whole of human nature
Deep within; as he looked
He saw his own loving heart!
He saw the churning of the whole
universe
He saw the Almighty Lord himself!
As the sea of compassion grew and
swelled within
He smiled again!
Made a sign of the cross
And thus he spoke!
“Come brother wolf
I will not hurt you “
“I come here in good will “
“So let us talk in peace “
“Why is it dear brother?
That you attack humans? “
And as he spoke to the wildness of
the wolf
He could see into the unseen depths
of canine life!
Left to die, by his own pack!
Owing to injury
Little, poor, brother wolf
Hunting to survive
Eating to sustain
Came up on us, the easy pray
He did not have choice!
Nor did he have ability!
To overcome his instincts
Poor brother wolf!
He too strived to be free of suffering!
As the sun of understanding was now
shining
The sea of compassion was full
The rain of love descended on the
duo
The fire in the eyes of the wolf
transformed into tears
As he experienced love for the
first time
He found in this great man of Assisi
Someone who could finally understand him!
His eyes once burning; were now placid
pools of love
His once raised tail, dropped down!
And now wagged in serenity
His aggression within, transformed
to affection
With love overflowing in both their
hearts
Saint Francis of Assisi
And the canine of Gubbio
Embraced in loving peace!
And so in peace they promised!
Francis of Assisi
On behalf of Gubbio
Promised the wolf, food for life
And brother wolf in return
Promised peace and tranquillity!
As they walked back into the gates
of Gubbio
To proclaim peace to one and all
Love from their hearts overflowed!
Overflowed and filled the warm evening
Embracing all in its path
Blurring with it, all lines of
separation
The separation between wolf and saint!
Between Good and evil; between defiled
and immaculate
There was no more wolf; no more
saint
Glowing warmly within!
There is only Love!
Saturday, 31 May 2014
ETERNITY
Whirling and Twirling
In celestial harmony
I am, eternity!
Perfect in position
Guided by precision
Within me!
The Whole of existence comes to be !
The sun, the moon; the earth and
stars
Are but merely my manifestation
From me
You too shall arise
In me
You all, shall finally abide
I am What I am
And I shall always be
Ever eternal!
The Ever eternal particle of dust!
LEAKY PAIL
Venturing into this desert of life!
Slowly and steadily I keep dripping!
Not knowing my final destination!
Knowing only my empty destiny
No water shall reach its home!
And all pails shall ultimately run dry!
Why is it still; I selfishly try to
hoard water?
If only!
If only I could stop and share!
Let the thirsty souls drink!
And rejuvenate the dying!
Will not my pail be lighter?
Will not many ephemeral lives be
brighter?
When the water runs dry and my pail
is empty
Tell me! Oh Foolish mind
How will ‘I” alone leave a trace?
STRANGE PASTURE
Strange is this circumstance
Oh lord!
Where have you lead me?
Hanging by a cliff for dear life
A rope you gave and saved me
Now as I hang!
Hang by it and pull myself up
Little did I know!
As I tug at these precious cords
A noose tightens over my beloved’s
neck
Every moment I cling on
Ever so tightly the noose becomes
Tell me oh lord!
In this strange pasture that have
you lead me
How can I still hold on?
SHOOTING STAR
Flashing through the night sky
Like a shooting star in the dark
Oh Mysterious one
Who are you?
In a moment, you came
In another you vanished
Yet the glow of your bedazzling eyes
Still lingers in me
In my grey scaled life of emptiness
You brought in sentient colours
To my pointless existence
You brought salient meaning
When my wounded soul was dying
You breathed me back to life
Leaving no trace behind!
Now where are you?
Oh Mysterious one!
My soul still seeks you!
What can I say to this world?
Knowing that you are deep within
Yet seeking for you on the outside
How long can I fight myself?
How long can I fool myself?
Oh Mysterious one
Let me have another glimpse of
you!
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