By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
A mighty stallion has appeared on the scene
The crowd notices, then a building roar
It dawns that this race is already won.
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WordPress Haiku: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
A gift of love should be like WordPress
Given freely, it multiplies the joy
Of celebrating who we are.
Enlightenment Haiku: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Breath stolen
Heart, stopping to hear
Again, the same intimacy.
Rest in Beauty: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Rest in beauty
awaken in love.
Myself, yourself
we rise like waves.
Splash and play
on the banks of life.
Sign our names
on this lovely sand
and then back again.
Ocean calls.
This embrace has no beginning or end.
Divine Delight: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Filled with divine delight
I can hardly bear my intoxication
sometimes.
It feels like the heart will burst
but vapors of love remain contained,
sealed,
within this shell, but seep out
sometimes.
Where shall I hide the light
burning in this Self-fascination
that healed
the scars as if the wounds existed only
in the emptiness of some starless night.
Without any choice was granted this sight
that finds its voice
in these rhymes.
Now that clouds have burst
waves of the sea remain unstained
and splash over me sometimes.
Shiva and Shakti-Jnaneshwar
Here are some selected verses from Jnaneshwar, a 13th century Indian mystic.
Amritanubhav (The Nectar of Mystical Experience)
Chapter One: The Union of Shiva and Shakti
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But when Her appearance is withdrawn,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.”
The translation is by Swami Abhyayananda.
The Magic Pull: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
The Magic Pull
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
and then saw that You were Me.
Silence stole us from ourselves
for all Eternity.
True Love, Divine Love: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
I fell in love
I fell in a well
I fell in a well of love.
I splashed all about
trying to get out
out of the well of love.
Terror seized me
came this thought;
All is lost!
Tried to swim out
heard myself shout
Help!
A drowning man
gasped for breath
close seemed death.
I wildly thrashed around
in the well of love
and in time got out
safe and sound.
Cold and shaken
lost in thought
dripping from head to toe;
was not sure
if the battle fought
had been with a friend or foe.
Still, shivering body
sought no shelter
with no other place to go
stood quietly into the night
until the sunrise
brought its warmth and glow.
Then I missed love
and circled
the well of love.
Looked inside
but could not tell
how deep it was.
I felt its call
the well of love
thus grew my sorrow and pain.
I could not help it
so I jumped in
the well of love again.
Now, water water everywhere
all thought has ceased to be
and everywhere I stare
my love’s face is what I see.
Yes, water water everywhere
not a single sound is made
I did drown in the well of love
and only love remained.
Many Things Are Going On: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
The usual things are going on in many places.
War, hate, and killing of enemies
in order to love, protect, and nurture our own.
Inflicting punishment on others
yet remaining free of consequences
is not possible for us
as human beings or nations;
for the revenge that brings joy
also brings grief.
An Ode To Robert Frost: By Dr. Harsh K. Luthar
Here is to all those poets
who made sure
with all their might
that their poems rhymed
notwithstanding history
which judged them trite
or our English professors
who showered the poets
having no sense of meter
with undue praise
we can make a case
that a great wrong has been done.
Oh but how Robert how
frosty this winter is
and I see lovely woods so deep
but now Robert now
you would rather not pick apples
but go to sleep.
“Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.”
~ Robert Frost
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