the sat-dispeller of darkness

what beauty, what grace
such innocent guile interlaced
with life and spirit
a potent mixture
all alive
his gaze on human fixtures

robed in white
clad in the armour
of knowing-upright
a stillness no wind can stir

a stillness that runs so deep
that one may as well forget to weep
filled with waves of joy
so real , so profound
if only love could make a sound
it would erupt in a blissful symphony
so myriad, so deep, so bright and sunny

what a gaze he has
that mighty being
what dignity he wears
of discipline-his bearing

so quiet like nature at work
busy making those elegant quirks
of that which binds us creatures that talk
who knows where he leads us
where the one-brahman walks

as he parts those gilded veils
of creation, what a dream
he wakes you up to tell you
everything may not be as it seems

what ?

wishy washy
standing right there
watch those bubbles
no don't stare

up and down the staricases live
a step here, a step there..oh! the jive

washing up,giving it a run-down
it just lies there until sun-down
even as the sun rises
oh that razor-knife just splices

out spills the life-blood
the fluidity of life
here and there a divine thread
connect- no husband and wife

in between the inky black sky
the sky diver does try
again and again- like clockwork
waiting for the right stroke
the right divine pull,if i may
how he longs for gurudeva everyday