Chaos

Do you find it strange?

Receding from perception
within a dense heart wood.
do you find it strange traveler?
the road that you took?
All day he walked
Never cutting any branches
The embracing trees,
embracing trees,
and flowers, leaves, weeds,
bird songs, snake whispers, wolf cries
but to find, a way...

As if, the forest opened, by magic!
a road, mysterious palace, it is there
he saw it in dreams,
he was here,
All he has is
the compass of gold. sun.

The one of the Yellow Emperor,
Mighty Dragon Slayer
Is your work done?
The legends of your war,
Spread far and wide,
and here you are,
indifferent! What do you seek?

Freedom, you say,

The war is too deep.
Hush now,
there would be time
we rejoice.

For now, let chaos commence !!!
We have not seen any yet,
The pretext, the prescience
Knight of the occult,
his bare hands, slender fingertips
without the gloves,
touches, the time,
keeper time, in space,
interlaced, can see
the invisible
concentric cycles
Aurum, Glowing
Sun Gold.

666 Time

Time is O, a zero if you may
circle two dimensions
sphere three dimensions
three sixty.
Three sixty degrees.
At 60 parting the 360
one has 6, 60 is six again
zero is invisible.
fractal perfect?
How?
can you not see?
a central stillness
of the ancient clock
SIXty seconds to a minute
SIXty minutes to an hour
and SIX hours is 360 minutes
completing the
fractal interconnected
loop six six six.

Take the day,
a total twenty four
add two and four,
you have SIX again. 
twenty four is but
four times the six fractal
a shape determined
sacred geometric
progression sand
clocks of time.

Four!
Four can be liberating!
Four directions you see !
Freedom, all love souls.
Four!
Four can be confining !
Four walls you see!
Prison all souls sold. 


The Golden Dragon

The Devdasi

Said he once

Your naked truth is safe with me, said he once.
She did not even hear, naked she was, wearing
Gold, only. A few diamonds and she always
wore a silver ring with coral gem stone. She was naked,

The Devdasi, she was unashamed
The Lord of the Dark Temple
was her friend.
She did not tell that to them!

Her pain

Lecherous priests
ogle on her all greedy eyes
when she danced
her bare aura
resplendent in the sweat
trusting silence divine
of the lamp light
cold temple stone.
She knew all of them,
those dirty ways
by they violate her.

Do not they know?
the Dark Lord is her veil!
Do not they know,
He is the only man she worships.
Do they even believe in him!
One day, she dreams, one day....
On days and nights of much hurt
One sick priest after another
She does not hold much hope then
impossible! Curse you, silent idol,
Shyam Ardhanariswara
You do not speak!
You do not lift a finger
You do not rescue me
this prison of your temple!
I want to be free.

He returned for the first time
he was never away, she remembered.
The gold was too heavy.
Sedative seduction. 
He returned.
 
One day, a wanderer came across
He loosely wore a saffron robe
there was this look in his eyes...
without any foreboding
Just like that, their eyes met
she was in love,
she was in love.

she was in love.
the priests all
scared and surprised
saw tears in her eyes.
All six priests
were found dead
in some time
in some time.
circumstances
mysterious,
when the rain
came down again.  

Devdasi

The Old Universe

Old man asked,
do you have the price?
I can tell your future
at the price of a meal.
You see, nothing nourishing today,
weary and tired
I went.

Never had any seeker true
Have to ask to two.
The old sage sought
Let me see your hand
His hand
Fate written
On the palm of fate.

Suddenly 

This cannot be!
O lord!
Palm-reader old
He could not believe!
He looked at him,
And again back
at the hand
Then he lets go.
Murmurs, the King, the King.
The King
Before disappearing
by a strange brood
Prayed as he should.

Lord Maitreya

Temple Mystery

First here were trees.
A forest with shady ponds in between
The rogues of warland,
Shiva of the wood
Pashupati, the Beast Lord,
A temple,
(forgotten)
Aum
Aum
Namah Shivay
Inside the jungle,
the forest in the woods,
Strange.....
utopia of souls,

Shambala
Hidden in maya,
seamless weave
reality.

Strange Rock figures. Gods. Villagers say the temple is haunted. An aroma of divine incense often fills the forest. Spirits of the woods hear voices, laughter ringing dance of nupur, checker board floor, and smoke.

Shambala