Divine Me

Under the vast cloudy sky in a breezy air;
amidst the assembly of dancing blades
of a lonely pasture, I with my friend sprawling 
upon the towering leaves of grass.
Damp and soft they are under the eldritch smoky sky 
all patched with cloy’d nimbi of rainwater;
now just ready to drizzle the demulcent little drops.

   Now blows a soft odorous breeze 
   grips for a moment and cuddles me to sleep.
   Now caresses an ethereal diamondrop upon my cheek
   Wets my skin, slides itself and off it drips.
   Nothing is left but a minute essence it leaves;
   Penetrates down into my heart and now an awakening.

I and my friend, Mind, smiled in our deep felicity
Both remembering of the songs of joy and rhymes
Of peace, with hands crossed behind our heads
Thinking of the beauty of the worlds, and the worlds of beauty 

   “How shall I thank Thou, O Creator?” says my friend.
   Listening the question of my friend
   deepest feelings rose from within, 
   what pleasure it would be to thank the one we could see.

So, now I decide to tread the lands, (the ones I could)
To begin my quest, the quest of Truth
To find Thee anywhere, anywhere I could!

   They say travelling completes the journey of the soul
   I found mine still ever farther from my goal

Searching Thy traces in the winds, the ones I can
in the lands, in the seas, and wherever I can
Found Thee nowhere, nowhere I swear!
 
   I sought for Thou long ere in the skies;
   the skies of days and that of nights
   Found Thee nowhere I swear nowhere!
   For I know my vicious Mind, my thinking and rational mind
   Has no eyes opened yet to vision Thee, for every time 
   I pry into the skies, return my gazes weary and tired

Behold! Behold that rivening light 
shining and cleaving the dense clouds from behind
like a thunderstrike it falls upon my heart, that 
it isn’t enough to hold the lantern tight;
create a blaze empowered to show the path;
for only the unalloyed lights can ablaze the path;
the pure lights I mean;
the right paths I mean.

   Wonderstruck I become, 
   The way Thou knock and come
   through the unopened doors of my heart
   residing in the divine beatific form.
   It feels as if Thou haunt my soul;
   Make me drunk without the wine
   Make me ablaze without the fire
   The way Thou haunt my mind and my heart
   Oh how beautiful Thou art!
   How sublime Thou art!

O creator of all cosmos, 
Thou let me feel Thyself 
But ne’er allow Thyself
What Thou art, O God?
Where Thou art. O God?
Whence Thou art, my God?

   Answer,

   The one who can be niched in the finite Mind
   Cannot be Infinite and Divine
   Once who’s conceived by Thought
   Cannot be the one we call God.
   The heart is Thy home, not Mind
   Thy love is a wine, indeed, a wine
 
Thou exist nowhere on earth; 
yet exist everywhere one sees;
Thou art is there for man,
Of whatever stretch his Reach be.
Thou change thy form to suit the searching eye; 
Now I see Thou in the blooming bows, 
now I find Thee in the freezing sighs;
Now an Evanescence Thou have become
And have hidden somewhere we cannot see
now as an Existence Thou has appeared
and have resided your Throne in me.
Some say Thou do not exist,
they know not “Thou negated, Thou indicated, it means!”

  Answer me O Mind; answer me the question
  that comes from within:

  If He clicked not for once your thoughts
  Then how come I know that he is He?

I see, I see, at times I see 
some places, I see
the puzzled mazes, I see:

   I know, I know, now I know
   my heart is but a den of sins
   Alas, I never welcomed Thee,

Still a lot left to burn and destroy in me
to make the house pure and clean
to welcome Thee with my full heart
And make Thee my partner at last.

   I don’t know how, I don’t know how.
   How to make it happen?

I think I should travel and leave the housing systems
And live under this blessed sky, under Thy system.
But then a thousand new conflicts arise
Now I think to hide, and now I think to fight.

   Now all the way up t' my discovery path,
   the same old strife, I see, of
   what's real and what's thought.

Every time, an effigy of distress I become
when closely I see your horrible cults:
thousand instinctual conflicts on a single grain of sand; 
In a thousand pieces riven I see my Land hung.

   Somewhere the sweltering autumns of wrath I see 
   somewhere heavy deluges, blessings and peace,
   somewhere the hissing wrath of seas,
   and somewhere the  mountains in their silent splendour i see.
   forest here, a desert there, a garden here, a river there;
   such a manner of division goads me to weep.

Then I see,

   A bright sun in the hands of the day
   then the night, I see, arrayed 
   with the shining stars and the thin waning arch;
   somewhere are withered flowers of truth
   and somewhere the blooming spines of all false.

What filth this Night is?
What trifle is this Day? 
Which mark this Light fills? 
What murk this Dark is?

   I question of Truth to Thee;
   After all, I am too a creation of Thee
   Then why Thou dost say thus, “Never question me”?

A hue of wonderment imprints my heart
Makes me a puzzled picture of art
I cannot conceive what mystery is this
What loud mess thou created since the Time is?
Imprisoning the soul into the body’s pen
you guarded it then with a sentry of death.
Giving contrivance its flight
Then you sprinkled the air with fate.
Adorning the nature with balance and beauty
Then you devised plans to destroy it.
Evil, Virtue, Heaven and Hell
what flurry fluster is this, can you kindly tell?
For Adam’s crime you punish the sons
Is this the way Justice is done?

   They say travelling completes the journey of the soul;
   So now I should take my deluged body on a sojourn.

   Then my Mind orders: “Come, lets' go home!”