the “big” sea
Today I felt the ocean rush, as I walked towards the big waves.
Light has returned on the island. Yesterday’s hellery died away in our sleep… As a matter of precaution, we checked the roof for dislodged tiles.
The afternoon shone in pale blue
Wave upon wave, the very edge of our own world endured the might the North Sea.
…Like an army, those relentless rollers crashed against rocks – their every crest defied the sky, and dressed boulders with shameless lace, as if to hide October’s skin.
before ending up in honey
as waves, foam & bubbles,
similar to water,
even our universe is mirrored
in our souls*
thunder so powerful,
I can forget my pain –
the Holy has so many names, it is nameless;
so many forms, it stands formless,
and since it speaks so many tongues,
why not consider Him speechless?**
let me re-consider your name;
the great abode,
like water moving in secret,
Being & non-Being – in potter’s shops,
vessels of various shapes yet made with that same clay ***
your love on every hand,
and when I speak of the Mother,
it is coiled & fast asleep in all centres – awake, potent,
above our heads, descending on us to transform;
nature of love, wide, pure, divine.****
northern garden, 24 October 2008
*) after Ashtavakra, Samhita, II, 4.
**) after Mahatma Gandhi, Young India, 1931.
***) after Mundaka Apnishad, 11, 2, 1-2 & Sayings of Shri Ramakrishna, No. 457
****) After Shri Aurobindo, On The Mother, pp 501-3.