Ego and divinity
April 18, 2009 § 17 Comments
Upon a peaceful ocean ,
A thought did rise .
That thought did move
Within the worlds , as a screw
Would into a wooden hollow .
As judgements were passed ,
And prejudices concluded ,
To all but a few the truth
Eluded . Virtues and vices
Are relatives at war ,
Divided by a single wall .
On either of that does lie
A way – somewhere , infinity
They do meet and there
Contradictions nay exist .
Yet till that point there does
Seem , a world at a brawl ,
Within itself always ready
To start a fire at the scent of smoke .
Forces greater than the container
Are contained , by the sheer inept
Of those contained to recognize
A frail misnomer . The forces so contained
Do pray to the within to discover
A better lens to notice the
Venomous drops , the poison .
And once the mind does locate
Where it seems the simple twist
Of fate seems to be placed ,
It does try to frame a case
Of revolution , an air of arrogance ,
The charm of ego and deliberation.
The ego is a way to feel the abyss
And not that which we pit against those
As wise . The ego is a virtue to protect
And feel all those below earthly morality .
The ego is to break the walls of discrimination .
And that ego is a screen drawn not to
Close love but to open the eyes of justice.
The only justice is poetic
And as each action churns a reaction ,
The world watches with concentration
And tries to balance with a fervor , a penchant
Soaked in a universal beauty ,
The song of which brings a deja vu
And belonging becomes de rigueur
For every creature .
At such a stark moment , the ego
Becomes a wall upon which you do
Stand and observe the obsessed world .
As a prophet to the mortal , the immortal
Sires the world and becomes the inner star ,
Set at a spot , showing direction ,
The venerated divine , the harbinger
To the future , the holder of the keys
To completion of an ultimatum .
With such a serene posture ,
The hand and the paper become
One . As one weaves through the other ,
That which is drawn breaks the beauty
Of stillness and the mesmerizing silence
Only to carve a beatitude beyond
The revealed rites of revered veneration –
The ode to world through perception.
And on such paper and as the hand
Becomes the mouth that disturbs the air ,
The thoughts on the ocean form
A known citation , seen within
And calm the diligent ego to mere strength .
As towers upon an unseen base ,
You do stand and watch the height
Of the sea , knowing that written
On the shore sand is temporary .
Yet that penned into memory ,
Is the message , to be visited
Again and again , in time’s rein ,
To establish the threads ,
To relight the blown fire
And rekindle the presence .
Everything is an illusion .
And so let the world be .
yet within each sketched ,
Does lie a world , the creativity
Of another illusion – reality
Mounted idealism , The final
curve to the straight column ,
The finesse of mind’s design .
And as the illusion’s illusion ,
Takes strength from its perceiver ,
The creator , it does add a tantamount
Code to the encore of the world .
Yet a while it does take
For another to conquer
The imagination and rise
The almost moribund ,
A final twitch before disappearance
And cause agitation in
The being’s bosom .
At such a moment ,
The negations seem to add up ,
All in whole and almost real
And thought aware ,
Such is the nature
That the being allows
Th virus to infect ,
If only not to let the world
Be poisoned.
And such and such is called divine
By plenty and worth a merry hail
But they do fail , they fail,
To see that it is not scarifies
And the ego’s penance ,
But that it is a discovery
To thrall the abyss by
The sheer resistance of life –
The strength of the wall
We do sit upon , the power
Of that which sits on the wall
And the stars whose lights do connect
The world by illuminating the world .
If not for anti , the ego has no existence .
If not for fear and guilt ,
The world would not be built
As it is but would have been formed
By the hands of creation –
The procreation of thoughts upon
Thoughts , the pro evolution
Of mud into bricks , of dusk
Into a dawn , memoir
Of man’s visage when he
Did see that he was free
To contemplate the way to the stars
And to carve a transient image on the shore
And letting the ocean the one to hide
That which is at the other side of sky’s brink .
The soul of life is divinity .
The beauty of movements ,
The culture of souls to choose ,
The ability to be alive .
Divinity is the way we feel ,
Divinity is the veracity .
And that truth which it represents ,
Is a means to an end .
At a solvent moment ,
The ego dissolves .
The viruses are none .
The illusions float below
And the world is a calm proposition.
Life seems to be drenched
In itself. The containers break ,
The Pandora box is overridden
As the world feels the hands’
Alacrity to be itself .
Life is life .
The world is alive .
Everything is an illusion
And we live in our perception .
Veracity and its integrity
Are the natural scales which we adhere
And as the notes of a song
Whatever pitch we breath
And ours heart’s beat
The love we feel
Will set us free .
For revolution is action
Where we reveal to ourselves
What we are , the action
Which frees us from the ordinary
And makes us to be the divinity .
Love is a essence ,
The flavour to let out the strings
And understand the world .
Love is the soul’s delight ,
For it is the fire of the fight .
As the world comes back alive
And the waves do eat the sketch
And reality is set alight ,
We do feel we belong ,
To this , that which is a metaphor
To our life , that which hides
From our sight , that we seek
For lending a meaning to life .
The joy of ego less superiority ,
The joy of divinity .
The God you are is what you will be ,
The God the world is ,
What you want it to be .
The God ultimately ,
Is the God that has to be .
Truth is not the end
But the means to an end.
The light shines the brightest
😯
I am unable to find my measuring tape…. wait! i will be back…
hmmm… a bit heavy stuff for me and to be frank, a lot of things went above my head! 🙂
@ Anshul
LOL
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Bloody brilliant, as always 😛
Wow!
A little heavy..but yes, everything is an illusion ..
*surprised*!! wowwww
“Truth is not the end But the means to an end”
So true……
Lovely!!!
What a brilliant poem Vish! I loved it.
**The joy of ego less superiority ,
The joy of divinity .
WOW!
And I also love the end…how TRUE!
Keshi.
It is long. Let me come back and read rest 🙂
beautifully written. wonder what inspired this length? 🙂
Love… ego… God…
I scanned and like your themes but I am old and was afraid to spend the time that remains to me on this one post…
Seriously… have you ever thought about doing a summary at the end of a long piece that gets at the gist? It might be either a poem-summary or a prose-summary. Speaking for myself, I’d find it easier to give you a meaningful response if you narrowed the field, so to speak?
@anshul: hmm…
@sakhi: try reading it more slowly 🙂
@priya: ?
@aneesh: 😀
@sujata: 😀
@lakshmi: 🙂
@PJ: 🙂
@smita: 😀
@keshi: 😉 😀 🙂
@solilo: lol sure 😛
@anjana: lol a few conversations…
@paul: hmm…I think the first and last couple of paras would act as the summary 🙂
Wow!! You are talented!!!! that was amazing..
brilliant!
How and why did you think of this?
awesome..
phew!!
I bet u missed my comments 😀
“Divided by single wall”.. mmm