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Tuesday 16 April 2013

41) Tomorrow is being born

The fire of fires tearfully wept,
Frozen within- its cold core silently slept.
To fly to the sun- the parched periwinkle sought,
Grounded by its twisted roots it was hopelessly caught.

The tarantula of pleasure devoured its mate in foreplay
In the heart of hearts, little children yearned to play.
The old Indian sparrow dared not journey to the sky –
Though the chicks had left the nest and learnt to fly

Tearing the meat, the fat man gulped wine in mirth-
Worthlessly caged lay the soul –starved since his birth .
Ripple-less the surface waters flowing calmly seemed –
From the outside none could hear the undertow scream.

To illumine the world was naught but a singular light ray:
Darkness dictated seated in the labyrinth of day.
Lost was the world in the grip of Maya’s illusion
Trapped – there was only chaos and confusion.

Truth lay chained in abyss of matter’s pit –
A golden lid barred the material manifestation of spirit.
The shackles could be broken onl by-the divine hammer of Thor-
Wielding the weapon the Mother and Master ended the golden war.

The lid lifted the ambrosial nectar then began to overflow-
Drenching the earth , it created a new future for man to grow.
By the will of the Divine the flame of tomorrow had been lit.
Indeed – “Matter shall reveal the face of the spirit”

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