Sprouts of Creation: Voyage

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Voyage - I

Where am I?
What place could this be,
how far away is this place
what is it's distance from my destiny!

Who lives here?
Who strives to build a life
in this stupendous void
in this conspicuous absence of immensity.

Of the things that I have,
my humility is the greatest chattel
as I lay brick by brick of conviction
on my soul in this sole battle.

Bringing the things I know
Together in this drought of my heart
Baring the truth of my being
gathering knowledge in the primal cart

And, yet again I go,
unaware as to where it would lead me
I am indebted to this journey
As a disciple to a master could be.

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Agni-varsha

Agni-varsha; the rain of fire, one often forgets that fire purifies as it consumes, and the rain nourishes as it wets your body, your being; whilst ashes was the story of a consumption, Agni-varsha is the story of purification. It's the story a man and a woman who remained apart, who never came together because they were above separation, but they were still not apart; their souls were related, there was a strong connection; stronger than the mightiest steel, for it did not have a form, it wasn't made of matter, it was made of purity, of energy that governs this cosmos, of the energy of fire and that of the rains. Energy that links us all, the energy that nourishes our soul; only the intensity was other-worldly, only the power to conjoin cosmic in its origin.

Sprouts of creation is my obligation to fire. To its very nature to connect. For even if it apparently separates, it dissolves in itself the different forms to amalgamate, it helps fusion, it produces a new form, a stronger and a pure form, a form that is divine in its true sense.