Some of Harsha’s Poetry: By Harsha (Harsh K. Luthar, Ph.D.)
No Night in the Season of Love
“Amritanubhav (The Nectar of Mystical Experience)” by Jnaneshwar
Image courtesy of Lisa Connors (2002)
We are like candle lights
shining on each other
warming the air around us
and wherever the wind of change
placed our flame
we would not do anything different.
For those whom life has broken
who hear the unspoken truth
always from the Heart,
no choice but to love
however silently.
Love to all
Harsha
Once there was this mystery
set in the dense fog of life
nothing appeared clearly
and thorn bushes on all sides.
Being tired I stopped along the road
and lay down to rest my back a while
a pure spring gushed forth suddenly
flooded the ground and made me smile.
Too many body aches to move
how with miseries we are wed
as hopes played their endless melodies
a welcome stillness led
once more to a forgotten place.
For naked lovers with no rent to give
earth serves as the final bed
and peaceful sleep comes easily
to a tired, worn out heart.
That day upon awakening
even the air was wet
but no ceilings now
to keep out the light.
The building puddles
might have drowned me still
but I had had my fill
of sights and wonders
or so I thought when
by chance our eyes met.
A perfect face of such radiance
who can resist this innocence
and having given up everything,
it made no sense at all
to hold back just my heart.
The pull, this magic pull,
on my decaying orbit,
takes away the choice
of ever being untrue.
What voice can speak now
and say I loved
and lost myself in You
Then Saw that You were Me.
Silence stole us from ourselves
For all Eternity.
Lots of love
Harsha
Image courtesy of Lisa Connors (2002)
No Night in the Season of Love
I love snow
when there is no where to go
and the heat is working in the house.
To sip tea and
look through the window
now and then
is heaven.
After the sun goes down
the moon shines still
there can be no night
in the season of love.
Love to all
Harsha
First, the lightening!
then the OM of thunder!
Shattered, scattered
who can put together
pieces of space.
No point in trying
and asking why
all the atoms are dancing
as if they hear nothing
but love songs.
Love
Harsha
PS to the reader: Here Lightening refers to Enlightening. It is not a spelling error.
Image courtesy of Dana Cocchiarella (2002)
G. had sent this Rumi’s poem last month and I am posting it again as it is of
such beauty.
Harsha
I WAS READY TO TELL
the story of my life
but the ripple of tears
and the agony of my heart
wouldn’t let me
i began to stutter
saying a word here and there
and all along i felt
as tender as a crystal
ready to be shattered
in this stormy sea
we call life
all the big ships
come apart
board by board
how can i survive
riding a lonely
little boat
with no oars
and no arms
my boat did finally break
by the waves
and i broke free
as i tied myself
to a single board
though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next
i don’t know
if i am
nonexistence
while i exist
but i know for sure
when i am
i am not
but
when i am not
then i am
now how can i be
a skeptic
about the
resurrection and
coming to life again
since in this world
i have many times
like my own imagination
died and
been born again
that is why
after a long agonizing life
as a hunter
i finally let go and got
hunted down and became free
~Rumi, ghazal number 1419,
translated April 17, 1991,
by Nader Khalili
“Amritanubhav (The Nectar of Mystical Experience)” by Jnaneshwar
Here are some verses I selected from Jnaneshwar, a 13th century Indian mystic
poet.
Harsha
(From Chapter One: The Union of Shiva and Shakti (Selected verses only)
I offer obeisance to the God and Goddess,
The limitless primal parents of the universe.
They are not entirely the same,
Nor are they not the same.
We cannot say exactly what they are.
How sweet is their union!
The whole world is too small to contain them,
Yet they live happily in the smallest particle.
When He awakes, the whole house disappears,
And nothing at all is left.
Two lutes: one note.
Two flowers: one fragrance.
Two lamps: one light.
Two lips: one word.
Two eyes: one sight.
These two: one universe.
In unity there is little to behold;
So She, the mother of abundance,
Brought forth the world as play.
He takes the role of Witness
Out of love of watching Her.
But when Her appearance is withdrawn,
The role of Witness is abandoned as well.
Through Her,
He assumes the form of the universe;
Without Her,
He is left naked.
If night and day were to approach the Sun,
Both would disappear.
In the same way, their duality would vanish
If their essential Unity were seen.
The book from which these excerpts are taken, is entitled “Jnaneshvar: The
Life and Works of the Celebrated Thirteenth Century Indian Mystic-Poet,” by
S. Abhyayananda.
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