Wednesday, August 23, 2006

The leaves rustle, The boughs sway and I step out. On white sand. Each step, I sink a bit, and rise. Push myself up from a miniscule depth. My toes press down, my heels raise. To take another step, to sink a bit, and rise again, and take yet another.
All around me, everything is still. I look about, wondering whether there might be something out there, that might rise from the dark and probably show me the path. Towards light. But nothing yet. My feet trudge along. The wind hums a tune in my ear. The boughs tap up a rhythm. Ever so lightly. The air is fresh.
I dont know how long I have walked. I dont feel tired. I seek. I am searching for that elusive thing. I dont know what I am looking for. But I continue the journey. My eyes have grown accustomed to the darkness now. I am used to it. I see darkness. And the stillness and the sound, the movements and the calm, I am used to it now.
The rhythm and the music make their presence felt. My feet walk to the rhythm first. And then they move. My hands follow suit. My hands sometimes slice through the air, my fingers caress it, my heels plod the earth and the sand runs through my toes. I hear cymbals, I heard drums, I hear strings and I hear voices. I am performing for whatever is around me. And then the music fades out. My breathing alters, and slowly pulses back to normalcy. My skin tingles. My eyes feel brighter. My ears sharper. And then from somewhere, I see a beam of light. It seems to have no beginning. And I dont know where its going to end. The beams moves towards me. The area around is bathed in light. And from nowhere, a being rises, takes my hand, and takes me toward the light. In that clasp I feel safe. The movement is neither hurried nor languid. And then I am surrounded by the light. And then bathed in it. I feel it enter my head, pierce through my being, and go through my feet, into the ground. I rise. I no longer know where I begin and where I end. I no longer know what is 'I'. There is no feeling. But a sense of bliss. Galaxies move around, stars smile, there are several moons and several suns. I am new. My feet feels the sand again. The darkness gives way as light pierces through, every cell in the air. The sun on earth rises. Orange and glorious. Birds come from nowhere, fly across a brilliant blue sky. My arms are outstretched to receive. To be. Or not be. And I wait.........

5 comments:

Andrew said...

simply gr8 ..each and every line s poetic and s vry vry natural..so u hav lt of talents..huh..gr8 keep writin.... but i donno ... wat do u finally wanna convey... ??? may b im nt dat a genius 2 undrstnd...

Oviyan said...

Hi Chin,

Hope u don mind by calling u 'chin' in short.... :)

A nice write-up.... whnever i see some write-ups like this i feel "envy" on the person who wrote tht.... it needs so much creativity to write like this and u "a musician" hv got a such a nice creativity....

Can understand the way u admire nature....

Donna whn am going to write some good blogs like this.... :(

hmmmmm....

Bye for now...

Shayana said...

Hi,

Just happened upon ur blog recently, and luv it!

This is a really interesting poem, and like all great poems, it will mean different things to different people.. Keep up the good work, and like Oviyan said, I wish I could write poems like that. LOL.

Take care.

Arun Srinivasan said...

This is a crossover between poetry and prose, aint it? Awesome.

Subramanian said...

Inspirations from the Self... Wonderful description of a purely personal meditative experience...