The loss of ego-
The sea falls into the drop
So why speak of loss?
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Brain-shaped cumulus
containing no other thought
than the lightning bolt.
----
In the summer breeze
the waving banana leaves
beckon fragrant dreams.
----
Finally waking
from my sleep of twelve ages
I see the noon sun
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Afternoon sea-breeze,
applauded by canopies
of uproarous leaves.
----
Without persuasion
Late-afternoon pervades the mind.
Gold somnolent glow
----
Saints remove their shoes
before entering the temple
of the golden age.
----
Sun on the Spring sea,
Diamonds on emerald,
I hoard this treasure.
----
Flower in a vase,
only now, at midnight, I hear
your colour sermon.
----
Crow at the window
vainly pecks its reflection-
Thought attacking thought.
----
The sun’s last red rays
expose the bare gum-tree trunks
Silent Last Judgement.
----
Ruffle-petalled bloom.
In the pollen-gold centre
convolutions cease.
----
Marble Mughal dome
Lotus bud unopened on
The dry plain’s haze-lake.
----
Reclining Buddha
Awakens from the World-Dream-
Heavy-lidded eyes.
----
Mangrove murk explodes
as the paddle’s shadow probes
where the sting-ray lurks.
----
In the late valley
lie a thousand yellow clouds-
Abundant wattle.
----
Chill winds prowl the night
Warm yourself in poetry-
The heart’s hidden sun.
----
The world’s grip loosens-
A night of shimmering dreams
sail on Immensity.
----
Owing their being
to the breathing of the sea
waves ’achieve’ the shore.
----
Reddened by green leaves
kumkum on the coconut
is made more sacred.
----
An orchard of clouds-
Its white canopies heavy
with ripening poems.
----
Late afternoon wind-
Requiem for dying Day
Or Night’s advent song?
----
Late afternoon
A sigh from Sea to Sun-
’Please stay and bless us’
----
The Spring breezes pull
the unopened jasmine buds-
Impatient for scent.
----
Nothing to be done
Heaven descends by itself
Work can now begin.
----
A bell-collared cat,
hunting for the prey of Self,
taught my mind silence.
----
Thinking on the Self-
Clouds trying to show the sky-
Earth lies in darkness.
----
Purify the mind!
The duck’s newly preened plumage
Repels thought’s raindrops.
----
Heart-restoring isle
hidden in the spray of seas-
I dream my way there.
----
The Deep floods the reef-
Tidal percolations in
A vast sacred brain.
----
Many births I had
Revelling in many forms
To know formlessness
(After Kabir)
----
Inaccessible
That world which cannot be found
In sleep or waking
----
Silence maintains me
On desert islands in time
Abounding in fruit
----
A summer poem
Bathes me in warm abundance
Though it is winter
----
The pomegranate
On its ugly bush conceals
A ruby treasure
----
the wall of bright cloud
is both a veil and a door
to Reality
----
Maroon evening
Coconut palm silhouettes-
Shadows of fireworks.
----
Unseen I observe
worshippers in the temple
from my high window.
----
Extract the sweetness
of the world’s punishing cane
in Silence’s press.
----
A shining salt lake
humbly casting no shadow-
The Sun’s priceless throne.
----
A facet of sand,
On a crude earthenware bowl
Glints in candle-light
----
The summer storm raised
A temple to Space itself
With pillars of cloud.
----
In the molten blue
A nimbus orchard drifts-
Wind-fall of Silence.
----
Let us all become
A breeze-making ceiling fan
Unto the hot world.
----
Coconut palm trunk-
So swiftly, without knowledge.
the squirrel ascends.
----
Do not fear Oneness
The Sun does not feel alone
Its rays embrace Space.
----
Day of loneliness
Ego’s sunset uncovers
Night’s sangham [
*] of stars
----
Doubt consumes the world
but the heart that hears Your words
first kills, then eats doubt.
(After Kabir)
----
What surname has salt
which like the parentless Self
dissolved in the Sea?
----
Thunder at midnight-
The backdrops for the new day
are being rolled in.
----
The moonlit garden-
At last, the fragrance of sleep
from dreaming roses.
----
A thousand channels
flow through the estuary
to the single sea.
----
Older, riper heart-
Trees unveil their priceless gold
In the sun’ last rays.
----
Poem of three lines
Mother and father conceive
An innocent child.
----
The flag of Splendour
Unfurls of its own accord
In the wind of Love.
----
The temple’s high flag-
Architecture’s surrender
To the wind of Love.
----
I hadn’t noticed
The Lake of Mind is lotussed,
Its beauty unplucked.
----
Enlightenment’s Sun
Stirs the wind of Ecstasy
That unclouds Night’s gems.
----
In the evening wind
The fragrance of distant snows
Kept out by windows.
----
The breath of pure snow
Has traveled far to find you
breathe it to your heart.
----
Killing with a clap
the summer’s last mosquito-
Strangely regretful.
----
Clouds drift forever
Without ever leaving home-
The infinite sky.
