Sprouts of Creation: Resurrection

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Resurrection

The breaking of the religion that I lived
and the burden of responsibilities
The ambition to live my dreams
I am blessed with disgusting audacity.

It still ferments within my heart
The will to take up the world at large
And to repair the body, repair the soul
of the larger canvas which has made me it's part.

Even though I am aware
That the odds are convincingly against me,
Yet I am keen on baring my conscience
And get in line of fire my soul, if the need 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.