The constant prayer, the inner silence overlapping.
Jubilation’s chair, hope in repair.
Envisioned spectacular ceremonial mapping.
A heightened accord, a breath-full of words.
A heart-warmed ford to breeze through the formless.
Your subtle starlight, strumming reflections elevating the air.
Singing the day’s symphonies, dancing celestials the shadows in busk.
An inner task.
Particulars past.
Temporal to godspeed. Salt to spirit.
A scintillating urgency observations grasp.
Lifetimes in repetition cues muscle-memory for self-discipline’s harp.
The questions queue answers in beat-boxes.
A hastened learning curve twangs to attune the twine.
You in the vowel, my consonant delight. The heart beats a flight.
In another life of delivered letters. Forwards a meter to foot the syllables on your path.
All the earthly in ancient swoon, sunshine the moon and back in your smile.
Upon my lips, it stays awhile. Sating to the shine of your ways, for always.
Above feeling and sensation.
In the place of repose.
In the melding of form to the soul’s reform. The one love that pervades, the universe’s fabric breathes to its cascades.
I enter my Lord’s house, with my bridled’s reflection, the triumph that trumpets, A union of divine circumspect. A devotion inflects.
Amidst the joy, the singing vessel howls a well of tears, a sacred lake in reverence, a river of light flows its deliverance. Time halts its constant march, offering the Moon’s reprieve from eternal parch. The winds spread to nature’s enchant, bowing to ripen and attune the tree of repose to a yearning branch.
This veil of separation, the distance sanctifying in-seams.
The breath in reparation, the soul reaching its light to the finite’s in-between.
Transcendental until manifest, like the spirit dweller upon the threshold, gently waiting to adore. Cosmic the longings implore.
Had of the cup of knowledge, sought and outpoured to healing’s flight and all manners betwixt in mystical rites. The inner temple to house and hearth the temporal toast, divinities in crowns hath not the glory of true reflection, than the accord of the love’s heartened renown.
A celestial profound, to anchor my smile in your surround of eternal resound.
Patience beckons its coast, like the waves merely hover like these words like a pilgrim’s traces.
Lit, the inner lamp yet reaches, heightened to your harmonies.
Like dew in the morning’s apparent adorn.
Asunder this night of form, if you could hear in my heart,
You would me as the shine in your eyes.
And like the sky and its horizon, the sunrise to my surmise.
Form is as you heighten. Somewhere in the midst of existence is the marvel that you are.
Any that find you, are blessed for it. Such is insight in your envision.
This day is special to history, as with its yearly celebrate, for its kindness blurs the very depth of reality’s perception.
The unreal of attribute superseding even the surreal in a sentiment of tribute.
For the shine will not wane, the ethereal glow that lightens the stupor enlivening into radiance’s sway.
This day to birdsongs and lovingly fawn, doting to the fabric that listens to glisten in endear and ensign.
The timekeeper of skies of ancient mysteries, the regale past the hours of periphery.
The ground that breathes a little deeper today, the sun that shines a little brighter. The Moon as it peers upon your smile, the stars that shimmer a little longer as if just to catch a wish upon your sighs. The solar system switches resonance to your heart strums. The galaxies hitching along for a ride by your side.
Happy to you, and all that is yours, the universe singing a hum to belong.
What a day to be grateful. To move inward to find expression.
The cross-correcting currents in even make, contemplations pure. An odd way to wish, outpouring to affections’ underscore.
A profound precipice this, as with everything of your reflection.
Passages of learning usually in me find your mention, in commune almost like turning to tell you your heart feels like home. But the intensity of the words aside, the place of inner content in reside. The well-wishing sentiment tends to sprint rather than run its course. A cursory glance and fortuity’s balance. A tight-rope to emotion in aesthetic alliance.
Degrees of certainty sifting through errors of parlance.
Revolving doors to the wisdom in ever curling corner smiles, and restful manifest to your grace in childlike eyes of shine.
In a loving universe, your path would be to be loved. The former for me, an aspiration, the latter I perceive the path to you.
If I am a hymn, I would be yours. If life is an ode, then beside you, mine be the road. To hum a melody until the wind traces it to you in a song.
I suppose I could have just said happy to you,
But all of nature and the sky too, to you glow thoughtful and heart-warmed.
To be grateful to all of existence for you, indeed the loving universe wizened to its surrender and splendour.
Wandering witness. Infinity born upon its head. Becoming that which is all-becoming. Then reverting to its true personality. The opposite in reflection.
To all contain, then set out again.
An answer found, now again the question wanders, setting the answer too upon its way. The answer will fit many, and make reflection.
The question comes close, to all of them. Always to find the first answer only when it has changed.
And then in its trueness, the question reveals part of its history.
Every answer that was found, part of its many faces.
The face of the question was the first answer. How far does affinity for a question go? Many questions were asked, only one answered.
The Taurean sat and composed a song. It helmed all the other archetypes into a musical tether. And then hummed for itself another.
One would have thunk, if one was a Taurus, but for that, it fit the Aries. And perfectly allowed the spark into flame to be.
‘I would have to have to find myself’, the Aries returned to thought.
And then as they set out in manifest to that effect, the reflection fell onto the song, and Taurus skipped a beat instead to point to the Gemini.
The triangle of music looked squarely at the thought, and the Gemini felt itself another, both in what had already been. Music dwelled the emotion, and then the Cancer presented a wellspring.
But who would sing? Languages crooned into their own becomings, listening to themselves for themes that would even tame the Moon.
Leo roared to remind them of fire, and who can remind oneself but the one burning brightest.
Taking a moment to breathe and the rest remained. The earthy delight brought the Virgo out constructing the very means of flight.
The song intoned, the torus was three dimensional figure as a visual diaphragm, the Libra pipped and corrected the diagram to balance the diagonal logjams.
The content to emotion brought the momentum to a Scorpio in scores of quantums and asking water scrolls.
The point armed the Sagittarius, intuited to hold the flame, fired like a river onto its banks inspired in arrow. And the brow to furrow.
The Capricorn warmed like a mountain to song, and wound the thought like a string turned tight, tuned to the instrument’s might.
The Aquarius invited itself into reflection like the air hearing breath and breadth into quadrupled boons. And interpersonal swoons.
The Pisces felt it, sussed out the melodies multiplying and played for the moon and back into a corner attuned.
The corner turned, smiling zodiac to weather.
Whether to sing. Or find another in similar feather-strokes.
And the sky to sigh. To the stars and back, in storied twinkling histories.
– 10 eternal pairings of Indian mythological characters in the stars.
Eternity is a strange notion, but one that the promise of affection always covets. Naturally, most romantic notions start in the stars, the becoming of the sun and the subsequent reflection of the moon. In that then springs the belief that no grandly loving entity would be denied its consort’s song.
To that inspiration and perspective, we turn into ancient Indian astronomy, and look at some of the oldest star couples in mythology, and the best known to be their respective lover’s love.
Agni – Swaha
Agni – Star Nath, Beta Taurus. The god of fire.
Swaha – Star Zeta Taurus. The holy word offered to the fire.
Agni, the god of fire is attributed several glories to creation and man, and in so, even predominates most of the hymns of the oldest known Indian scripture, the Rig Veda. Swaha, his consort is supposed to be the shape of the offering as the holy word offered to the flame in rituals.
There is a curious story associated to their union set in one of the lunar moon stations, the Nakshatra Krittika (the Krittikas are the Indian version of the Plieades).
Agni, when as a brash young god was besotted with the virtues of the wives of the 7 heavenly sages, the Saptrishis of the Ursa Major constellation. Agni, overwhelmed in unrequited love resolves to set himself ablaze in a forrest of stars and exist no more. Swaha, sister to the 7, herself harbours immense desire for Agni, and catches wind of his designs. She takes her plight to the great lord Shiva (Shiva’s consort Parvati is also Swaha’s sister to scripture). The lord Shiva blesses her and offers her with solution. Swaha, then approaches Agni and proposes that she transform and don herself in her sisters’ likeness in order to satiate his desires. And that her own desire in his acceptance stood sated. Agni, moved at the gesture and touched of its kindness, accepts. Their union commences, and she takes on the avatar of her sisters, one by one in shapeshifting glory. On her part, she is able to guise herself in the form of 6 of her sisters, but not the seventh, known as Arundati, whose sense of devotion is considered penultimate.
A son is born to them, who goes on to be called Skanda, eventually to marshal and lead the heavenly host of armies against darkness.
Incidentally, the Nakshatra or star asterism Krittika is in the shape of a fire flame, testament of Agni’s supernatural glories.
Vasishta – Arundati
Vasishta – Star Mizar, Epilson Ursa Major. One of the 7 sages.
Arundati – Star Alcor, Ursa Major.
The stars of Vasishta and Arundati mark one of heavenly gates in the stars of Indian religion. In fact their names are invoked still in traditional marriage ceremonies in many a part of India. And there is an interesting ritual about them as part of the husband’s beginnings as responsibilities to spouse.
Vasishta and Arundati form a double-star to the eye if seen in the Ursa Major constellation. As part of the ritual, the groom has to point out Vasishta in the sky, and trace Arundati as its twinkling twin. The groom then, upon successfully finding it has to point it out to his bride, enabling her as well to see Vasishta-Arundati twinkling in succession right beside each other in the sky.
Vasishta is one of the Saptrishis, otherwise known as the seven sages, and has several legends associated with him including pivotal arcs in the religious epic Ramayana. Astronomically, his star is a formerly known north pole star of ancient times.
Arundati’s star, Alcor is also called the wandering bird, and perfectly hides behind Vasishta’s star or Epilson Ursa Major. Only upon concentrated focus, a brighter blue emerges from her star, right beside her consort. According to mythology, Arundati was the only one of the Krittikas (Plieades) who did not move her place in the sky when reshuffling of stars happened, but chose instead to stay not just with Vasishta but all seven of the sages to provide anchoring in the sky. As power to her mythological character, Arundati is also associated with the phenomena of the evening, apart from just being a marriage star.
Soma – Saraswati
Soma – Star Castor, Alpha Gemini.
Saraswati – Constellation Lyra, also known as the Veena.
Soma and Saraswati’s love story is a strange one indeed. And one in which most of ancient creation legends of the Indian pantheon converge. Soma as a god becomes part of all the other gods, and Saraswati emerges as the creativity of the entire universe. According to another legend, at the time of the great war of the gods and demi-beings, the Gandharvas, or the celestial musicians kidnapped Soma, and ransomed him back to the gods only if Saraswati was given to them in turn. Saraswati then took another form called Vāc that stayed with the gods, while her former self in creativity merged with the music of the Gandharvas.
In the western pantheon, Castor represents the immortal twin in Gemini who gave up his immortality to his brother Pollux, and their story is considered a reflection of the sun and moon.
Saraswati is known as the goddess of creativity, and is considered one of the most important in the grandest scheme of things. She also had a river to her name that flowed through the Earth as well as the skies of the Milky Way galaxy.When her river dried up (in north-western India) is supposed to be the start of the dark ages of Kaliyuga which are said to exist today.
The Veena or the Lyra as an instrument of music and as a constellation are amongst the oldest known. Vega, the brightest star of the constellation would become the next north star of the Earth in a few thousand years.
Soma is also known as two other forms. The first being the entire Milky Way stream part of the stars in the namesake galaxy, also known as Soma-pavamana, the heavenly stream.
And the other is as the Moon, who is then consorted with 27 lunar moon stations called the Nakshatras. In another legend, the planet Mercury or Budh is born to Soma, in his moon-form of Chandrama.
Agastya – Lopamudra
Agastya – Canopus, Alpha Argo Navis.
Lopamudra – Rho, Dorado.
One of the most enigmatic couples in Ancient Indian history are the sage Agastya and Lopamudra. The star that is Agastya is also known as Māna, meaning the pilot as Canopus of the great ship of the heavens, Argo Navi, the largest constellation in the ancient era. Lopamudra as the star of its consorting accord is also known to be a vanishing star, that after shining brightly for a time disappears completely in intervals. Lopamudra is a rarity as a mythological figure in that she is also a philosopher, considered at par with her more fabled ancient male contemporaries. So much so, a large chunk of hymns in the Rigveda are attributed her authorship. Most of the content curiously is to do with a husband’s responsibilities and expectations from his wife. Nevertheless, she is supposed to have swayed the ancient rishis (sages) with her intellect, and influenced the earliest traditions of coupling.
Agastya for a considerable time in prehistoric eras was the south pole star. Among other achievements to his glory, once drank up the entire waters of the oceans on the Earth. In its consequence was also tasked with guarding the highest abode of the gods(and Indra) at Mount Meru from all mountainous, cloudy and giant threats.
Lopamudra’s disappearance from the sky periodically is linked to still other obscure legends of the Sage Agastya’s apprentices bringing her to him after and upon completion of specified tasks.
The Indian Sky.
Shiva – Parvati
Shiva – Body of the entire universe. Constellation Bootes.
Parvati – The one that becomes the goddess. Spica, Alpha Virgo.
The highest divinities of the Indian pantheon are Shiva and Parvati, which for consciousness become Shiva-Shakti, and for all others, they each transform and bless any manifest from their origin. The story illustrated here is of two of their forms, their relationships gleaned.
Bootes, in Indian astronomy is called Bhūtesā, or Siva-Bhūtesā, the god of the ghostly hosts. And in the western constellation of the rein-holder of the chariot, is also sometimes associated with a sword. Bootes is right beside the Virgo.
The star Spica, the Alpha Virgo is also known as Tara, or Sati. The shape of this star is an irregular Y. Curiously, the Nakshatra Chitra includes this star in a mini-asterism following the same shape. And then the entire Virgo constellation of 33 stars, three times over takes the same irregular Y shape.
This star Sati-tara is also associated with an ancient starburst that birthed the original Sanskrit alphabets of language and merged them with 51 of the oldest known constellations. According to their legend, in her oldest form, Sati was the daughter of a star-creator sage Daksha and was married to the great ascetic god Shiva. And when Shiva is insulted by her father and his party, Sati immolates and sacrifices herself to his honour. When Shiva learns of this, in grief and anger, begins the grandest dance of destruction of the universe, the Tandav, and his force of rage ripples asunder to recreate the heavens to eternity.
Shiva then secures a piece of Sati as Parvati and crowns her as a crescent moon above his brow as perpetual consort.
Varuna – (Akasha-ganga) Varuni
Varuna – Epilson, Ursa Minor.
Varuni – The Milky Way stream of stars.
Among the lesser known gods in the Indian pantheon is this pair. Varuna is supposed to be the god of the waters, and is an Aditya, one of sun’s divine brothers. Varuni, is the name invoked as his consort but traditionally Varuna is set to consort the entire Milky Way stream of stars as his place in the heavens.
The Milky Way stream of stars hangs like soft and shining sheet of thousands of twinkling stars stretching across almost the entirety of sky. The oldest keynotes of creations are set to be concealed in its folds. In its earliest name Via Lactea, it was known in the Indian pantheon as Chhayapath, or the shadow path, and as Somadhara.There are some marvellous legends of how waters from outside the known universe would be led into the Milky Way stream of the galaxy and eventually even down to Earth to replenish the oceans having been dried up to the Sage Agastya’s prowess. Most likely owing to his place in the sky, the star Varuna is accorded the consort of the Milky Way and to be the guiding force of emotion to the galaxy. In his place in the Ursa Minor, along with another star Kochab (Indra), Varuna stands as one of the guardians of the Pole protecting Dhruva, or Polaris the north star from any or every turmoil.
Saraswati – Brahma
Brahma – Auriga, the constellation.
Saraswati – Lyra, the constellation.
This is more a figurehead couple than consorts in the traditional sense. The creator of the universe, Brahma for his place in god hierarchies needs a pair, and for that purpose, the goddess of creativity is seen as paired with the god of creation. A similar grain of legends shows Brahma coupled with Sandhya (Arundati’s maiden avatar), when the great figure of Orion in the sky as Rudra shoots an arrow at Brahma-Sandhya causing several constellations of sky to break apart and stopping Brahma from expanding creation any further. Most likely these pairings are indicative of the earliest alignment of stars when a star-figure called Abhijit (represented as Brahma) was as the first known North Pole star, and Sandhya-Arundati were aligned underneath for balance.
The Saraswati river in ancient India also flowed right beside another early river called Brahma-putra (translating into son of Brahma) merging into each other.
Brahma is said to have had 5 heads enabling him to see all directions. According to yet another legend, one head is cut off, but he has a consort for each head. Sātarupa, Savitri, Saraswati, Gayatri and Brahmani are said to be the 5.
Eventually Brahma started to be looked at as the planet Brihaspati or Jupiter, consorted to star Tara (Spica, Alpha Virgo). But Soma, or the Moon whisked away Tara and their union led to the birth of Mercury called Budh in the Hindu pantheon. This according to yet another legend.
Vāsudeva – Radha
Vāsudeva Krishna – Star Altair, Alpha Aquila.
Radha – Nakshatra Visākha, stars Alpha and Beta of Libra.
No talk of couples in Hindu mythology can ever be complete without the mention of Krishna and Radha. By all virtue, the youngest god of the Indian pantheon, Krishna as a figure in the stars is actually a reworked version of a much more ancient god in the skies as Narayana. In fact Krishna, as a word meant dark, and his adopted mother Yashodhara’s name translates into bestower of resplendence or light. Originally Krishna was representative of a Sun-god, while the sun was yet coming into complete grace. It was then that one of the Nakshatras was known as Radha, otherwise known today as the Nakshatra Visakha. The asterism succeeding it is still called Anuradha to this day (translates into the one after Radha). Such is the figure of Krishna that he always has a peacock feather in his hair. The same peacock feather is represented as the bright colourful lights of the Ursa Major (One of its names in old languages is Chitra-Sikhandi, the peacock’s visage), with Krishna’s crown as the north star or the roof of the world.
In that manner, Krishna’s stories get spread over several stars and constellations that are connected to Vishnu (one of the principle gods), the one Krishna is referred to as the incarnation of. But to origin, Vāsudevais said to reflect this place in the sky. The name, changed in accent as Vasudeva, and was proffered to Krishna’s father on Earth, with Krishna-Vāsudeva left indicative as Krishna, son of Vasudeva.
Arjuna – Draupadi
Arjuna – Nakshatra Uttara-Phalguni and Purva Phalguni, Leo/Virgo.
Draupadi – Star Zavijara, Beta Virgo.
Amongst the last stars to be named in the skies of Indian astronomy are these, for all study after this era then turned to astrology and the latter was considered a fixed sky.
Arjuna was great hero of the epic ‘Mahabharat’, said to have taken place a few thousand years B.C. He is guided to the victory that becomes the nation, by an incarnated god-form as Krishna and is exceptional in his skill as an archer. Arjuna is also called Phalguna, and two Nakshatras are named after him, both said to the epitome of pairs. This trait of pairing well with others is also something Arjuna is excellent at, with Krishna, Draupadi, his various brothers and yet still others.
Draupadi, is the primary wife of Arjuna, and at his behest agrees to consort him as well as his 4 other brothers. She is seen as the perfect dutiful wife, whose honour and life often come to peril in Arjuna’s many adventures.
Her star is at the navel of the Virgo constellation, and in so is also called the Nabhi-tara. Draupad, her father (the world-tree) is also represented in the stars along with one other of Arjuna’s brothers from the Mahabharata.
Kapota – Kapoti
Kapoti – Constellation Lepus.
Kapota – Constellation Columba.
Although not mythological figures per se, this twining of constellations from the early skies is too precious to avoid mention.Both of these constellations comprise of 8 stars each, and are in similar configurations. Although in western context, Lepus is called the Hare, while Columba, the dove. In Indian astronomy, both are seen as the pairing of stellar doves.
Columba, of course is also called Noah’s dove.
Happy stargazing.
Eternal repair in pairs
Star light often pairs.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
"A hymn to Agni (Fire): Pratnosi kam idyo advaresu Sanat na hota navya ça satsi. Svam ça Agne tanavam piprayasva, Asmubhyam ça saubhagya ayajasva ||
Calling upon, lauding, even devoting when the very path through the skies is filled in its creative bounty and sentient offering.
Agni, the divine priest, the tongue that talks to the gods, the messenger that has offered its audience for the ancient and contemporary alike, no matter when the soul, the constant in every lifetime.
The fire inside of me, embers inside of my body like divine horses, drink of the consciousness in the vassal and vessel as the fire that I am.
Grant in my being and experience, the fortune, illumination and unlimitedness of living the blessed life."
Betwixt because It is the Zodiac that represents the stars in our inner sky.
In each part of us… extended to its links.
But then the zodiac constellation themselves, holding as if in tether in its 30 steps to a degree.
That thin line we take to cut a path through the sky.
The tantra says our field to vision sees the five elements while the inner temple above the eyebrows spans through all 12.
And in that the Dvadasanta of cognition in the keep of the higher self witnesses time unfold.
A sense of certainty to the degree of the Zodiac, and we know which part of sky is our purview, to that effect is the claim of astrology.
The variables constant to the ancients as evident to our own awareness.
And yet these stars, even like the closest in kin and brethren, still unfamiliar, strangers to the soul even in its own reflection of them.
So which indeed are the stars of significance, with as many viewpoints as the steps dancing to decrees and degree. Perchance some instruction compensate what intuited grace is lacking. And knowledge as stardust begins its journey.
Conditioning in condiments until unconditioned to its own sacrament.
The subjective attest arrives, as if the stars themselves no longer in patient wait to be weighed.
Triumphant revelations of old make every feel like their own personal portent in karmic inheritance, validated to the redemption of cognitive feeling, and somewhat healing.
The eyes themselves reflect the stars, the delight to daylight, sunshine to nocturnal invite. The influence of the celestial bodies makes each still work their merchant mind to planet.
Grounded and closer to home in earthly abode, the influence of the planets instils until the querent has groomed to distil.
Each answer to questioning consciousness defining the unmanifest envision.
The stars pair up, triangulate their time to intervention. Under one star, the stargazers will find their own, and cast their winded journey.
That one star is the same for the entire galaxy, its true north. Polaris, to some. Reverent names to others that know him. Under that north star, each that will know themselves as the answer. In the act of definition.
The question wavers. Not enough waivers to quieten the defiance, the personality’s conditioned assert. The when in inert. The ability to answer, wisdom brings, each will know when.
But like the feminine grace of maturing borrowed knowledge, just as in redeeming and bequeathing the questioning mind.
And as just as emotions to the heart, and the smile’s impart to align.
A pause sublime, like a parans in angular equation, a star ruminates when to mark its time. Neither Utopian nor Bohemian, this was however meant to be of Bohenian stars in elucidation of their twine.
Ayi Ayi Ayi, a little longer, the cusp of innate clarity prods to fetch a little more information before launching its own into perspective entwine.
Watch this space, exclaimed a shooting star. The fixed star, unmoved.
Betwixt a constellation and its elation to mention.
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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“O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright.
Gem every bank and trembling leaf with dews,
Tinging the green fields with her amber hues,
Changing the leaden streams to lines of light?
Then seen dull Clouds, that shed untimely night,
Roll envious on, and every ray suffuse,
Till the chill'd Scenes their early beauty lose,
And faint, and colourless, no more invite.
The glistening gaze of Joy?—'Twas emblem just,
Of my youth's sun, on which deep shadows fell,
Spread from the PALL OF FRIENDS; and Grief's loud gust,
Resistless, oft wou'd wasted tears compel:
Yet let me hope, that on my darken'd days,
Science, and pious Trust, may shed pervading rays.” - Horace.
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Vernal morning | The poetry of Horace
The expression of words in the impression of a smile.Next
The following is a poetic translation of a Shiva prayer, the Vyoma Vyapti mantra from Sanskrit.
Om, divine salutations to the ethereal and surreal of space, to the one that bridges the barriers and all of its frontiers, to the space that becomes in all forms, salutations to the one that transcends.
Sivaye , the supreme, the lord-maker, make thy form in our reverence.
From beginnings begotten in their ends, the forces of nature in their power to append. The primal in-built enforced in every foundation. Sweet words and glory merely pedestals to raise and grace that which is to behold, affixed in its guiding star of manifestation.
All that speech can offer and direct, to the body of knowledge and tradition, forever endeavours established and embellished. The timeless dancer, universally attuned in your varied ways, that which gives attention, its attestation, its meditative way into the rings of focus, you bring.
Om, the harbinger, salutations in name the Ṣivaye, supreme and pervading to all moods, temperaments and emotive contemplations. |
Shivaye, the supreme.
The fresh faced and immortal, of the godhead, all eternal. The abode.
The primordial made whole, the one that does onto, until the divine becomes. Salutations of thee, the merciful and resting in and upon our hearts, unseen but revelling in glorious caves and caverns dark.
Warming every hearth, secret or unknown, the image of the almighty, in its eternal light sakes to partake to any form when glorified, or known.
Om, and the name of its salute, and salutations in being to address reverence to the absolute and resolute.||
Dwelling in secret, buried in mountains, groomed in restraint, discretion and initiations, even to the truly lost does the divine apparatus ever comply.
All knowledge weaves to creativity and instinct, availed to you, the fiery light of form.
Kindred and dear, even to the eternal and highest of gods.
Bridge this, our here duality, the one always awake!
Illuminate from within, as only you can show us how.
Space, this ether, the real and the illusive. Through the veil that connects the inner to the outer worlds.
Transcendental thine, repeated and entwined. The return to grace. The thread to and beyond yonder.
The formless, and yet to its negation, the shapeshifters to and fro in your forms.
The foremost held up high, likened as if doubled, this thy contemplation.
This laud, the fire, brimmed with what passion brings, fostered in earnest, and in focus of intensity’s swing.
Intuited from the fire is the other, and every another, the light of divinity in the signature of heat, connected in the fabric of fire is the formless. All forms in their flights of phantasy are wings to your delight.
Smokeless unless concealed, un-extinguishable unless revealed. Without beginning and end, and yet the maker of smoke, ash and form. To the space of fire, this here conferred.
In negation merely to channel the thoughts, the opposing forces arise, only to diffuse, distilled of heart and mind. Therefor meets its second balancing and gently braced to shine.
Bounty releases its blessings, there is joy in giving. Here sound meets the wind in its beat. Upon the merry, revered and heart-warmed, the entreat.
Om, the vitality in the breath, the revitalising, consoled and depth measured to converge, the inhale, the middle worlds and its means are yours in name. Om, lauds our higher reach. The skies applaud the inner beseech. In this is stillness.
Om, the middle worlds are the breadth of our meditation.
Om, refined is ours in form and energy, applied in that sentient intention is sentiment to its conducive application.
In fervour, this your treasure, transfixed and set upon the path, led in the laud that emotion sings.
Shiva, the supreme, all of it the eternal domain of souls, forever merely an instant for the soul’s journey with you. Yet in that moment, primal glimpses of the god and celestials, that you are, that you offer in forever, that you give in every state and emotion, the you that is all-becoming. The enlightened masters to form, and in beauty and bounty of many.
The great fires of focus and dispensation, in practice and discipline gleaned from direction is the instinct of your observation.
This creative ritual of sound, forms a pedestal.
For the foremost, held up high. Glorified and thus prioritised.
All of it, this is the duality that is all of it. Where all the moods go, the maker of the emotions is the one that carries cognition. These are the tides, in clarity portends.
All the principles, of all the elements at play, the bestowing of happiness rests in the liberating of the inner forces at interplay. And so entwined in consciousness in the divine vibration, each in their own bracket of manifestation attempts to bridge the triad of inner fulfilment in self determination.
To the laud, the creator, our inner creative fires of make.
The preserver, archetype of divinity be and betwixt.
And beyond, the supreme vessel of sound encasing the world enshrining full circles to lovingly harmonic astound.
The images that graces us into evolution, devotion to abridge duality into our celebration. Perfect our definitions, bring these renditions to your honey-dewed address. These are the liberties of the ancient, age-accepted and established to meaning, meaning and the emotion the universe moves in us. To allow us to make in the subjective and object of knowledge and to move the universe through us. This the tradition of duality in the reverb, the cognitive pause in the swerve.
Of this form is celebrated in the body of work. And of the body is groomed to the point of view. Make your direction, perfect thine eyes in our surmise. Called here are all the divine masters, animals, language, its formand the awakenings of instinct and history, consciousness intoned in the elephant’s seat of divine mysteries. And the rest and repose understanding the reverentfundamentals, and in apprehending comprehension to its columns of foundations and cultivating the narrowing norm of cognition.
The subjective proportioned to the stationary, thought to its reverential held paramount. Penetrating the divine absolute in the integration in all of its kindness,and to forever in its time abundant and abound.
The instrument of the universe in any who attempt to understand its language. And language in the ways of the universe conferred for meaning. Infinite forms in the nature of your reverent wear and variable reform.
Refined to acts of will. Will refined through thorough and constant definition. Resonant in constant consonant and liberating sighs and meaningful signs of the vowel. In resound.
Siva, the supreme and all of it, to consider yet in the unmanifest serenaded for fulfilment to your whole of it.
Ṣivaye, the supreme, you are addressed in name. In a name that is your grace. In this beckon is your call, salutations and lauds are meaning for your kind reform, to all kindred and the forces of sound surrounded.Om welcome home. ||
To your synonymous and alike, we offer reverence to know. Om.
The gates concealed as they were, to my existence until the point of you in revelation.
Now, sight itself wears me in its vernacular, and wonder wrapping the formless to every shape and size to my cognition.
You put me together as if strewn prior to your perception.
The sheen unravels for me a light I knew not to seek out, besmirched as I in own lofty suppositions.
Astound is indeed an easy consort to your appropriation.
This starlit path, as it were, like a birdsong harmonising to a beacon to lend an air. Stardust weaving a glimmering trail of hums elevating in echoes of easing continuums.
The communion of form upon your insight, the dazzle reflecting the sudden burst of peeling joy to existential might. To channel yet the currents that would replete the streams of your aspiration to the consciousness of derived notions. That which you grace.
Whispers of love to your very trace.
Like following the senses to their elation, and find there healed the very fabric in exhilaration. As with the breath inspired in your safekeeping. Gently holding up the world beyond purview, where the mere emotion of you makes a clearing.
Insofar endearing and nearing. Lighting up my universe through your eyes.
There is an inertia to love, there syllables slip and meaning flits. Where the heights of one exist in the depths of the other. Like some parts of one have to see the eyes of the other.
Sheer want of affection cannot scratch that surface. Just as token existence outside of posterity cannot derive outside of its tether. So when do ideas and form meld, just as eternity catches up the ages to contemplation’s slight tilt of the head. The inner fire always deigns to speak, when the wind comes calling.
What in event bears the signature of the universe, rearing to get your attention? The motif to outshine the conscious motive.
But a state of inertia is no fit place for a discourse. So this course turns, like a tightened corset tug, kneading the reins to re-enter the boundless night.
Proof of love is in the other. It calls for no other ensign.
But for a lover, that is never enough. And identity toils, and form reappears to make its foil. Syllables catch their caches of words and attributes identify their adjectifying constitutes. Grammar makes itself out to call time.
The tertiary makes inertia. And its measure not without its trial. Attestation to bridge the subjective, and requite to meet its respite.
Parables compete with aphorisms and silence extends to after thought.
Laughter is sought, giggles a universal type-set to calm home, the feeling hones to recognise its marker, like a horse with no name, sure-footed yet to a mystic muse. Until enthuse articulates enough felt to call the same.
Travails of consciousness shadow ancient histories like a mystery in aim.
Like every other, hears a pond of empathetic acclaim. Despite and unlike any.
Any inertia in love. Never and always invisible to all other eyes. Many a misty mornings ponder its surmise.
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Calling upon, lauding, even devoting when the very path through the skies is filled in its creative bounty and sentient offering.
Agni, the divine priest, the tongue that talks to the gods, the messenger that has offered its audience for the ancient and contemporary alike, no matter when the soul, the constant in every lifetime.
The fire inside of me, embers inside of my body like divine horses, drink of the consciousness in the vassal and vessel as the fire that I am.
Grant in my being and experience, the fortune, illumination and unlimitedness of living the blessed life."
