The most refreshing source of
positive energy
born from the womb of imagination,
God has ever been a mystery.
Some see the force as abstract,
for some it incarnates from time to
time since ages.
My God not flesh and blood is a
poetic image.
My God is a poetic image, the
confluence
of contemplations, dreams and
perceptions,
wherein all come, feel full, meet and
merge.
My God is a poetic image, rather a
whole poem in itself
with all its cosmic connotations,
transcendental,
beyond the confines of a cage, the
priestly hedge.
Everything visible and invisible,
my God is my day, my God is my night
and all that is envisioned
in the enlightening embers of
twilight
from beginning to the end and all
possible beginnings.
The entire cosmos is there in the
eyes of my Lord,
everything we come across:
the crescent moon and the cross,
the calmness of the ocean in
meditation,
the purgatorial fire, storm,
restlessness and pangs of the
creative process,
Kaal Chakra and Karma,
the sense sublime of the
compassionate mind
and all that we love to find where
there is Raj Dharma.
This amazing poetic image,
The God of the woods and wonder,
in its unifying whole uplifts the
soul,
the soul intensely passionate and
humble,
and makes everything beautiful,
binding us together in its love and divine splendor.
Copyright: Bipin Patsani
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