Saturday, June 11, 2011

My Master


Lotus eyes that lock the eyes
laser gaze that cleanse the mind
and light lamps in darkest hours
cool voltage that tosses one
like a whirlpool lifting cars high
his gestures throwing magic words
and silence brewing morning dews
scantily dressed in a loin cloth
with a magic wand and a water pot
his temple adorned with sacred ash
head hallowed in brilliant light
that few behold who know him best
a silhouette of firm abidance lo!
composed in sublime cosmic gaze
they sleep near his feet in fear
when prowling tigers go on beat
a wave of his hand and laser glance
make them retreat in silent haste
prime duty is ‘To Be’ he said
in silent gaze, an eloquent speech
the elements in their grandeur best
swayed one with his splendid limbs
master of masters, elements quivered
ever he abides in my heart shining.
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About this poem:
Master is the self in human form, the abode of compassion, born to guide souls that live in turmoil.

My Master who lived then in human form is with me here and now forever. This is my own real experience.