Treasure Island

Ramdas Bhandarkar

(Madikeri)

All Creations Are Bigot Of Astral Fluid!


Look at creations, that found temporal,
All Creation Is Begot Of
Astral-Fluid,
That fluid which is superfine, Thinner than vacuum,
Brilliant than all brilliance put together!
Stand still filling universe,
And Super wise to supervise,
That I or you are bigot of that fluid!

Let learned learn to understand,
Let him learn something,
Learning has no end,
Each word learnt is a dropp of that fluid,
I am that superfine, super wise fluid,
Never flow, but supervise the wave,
The wave of own thought and deed in that still fluid!

That story of Astral fluid written by itself,
Written on itself,
Distorted it looks with every wave!
Same thought is represented indifferent language,
Causes interference,
Some may understand and some cannot,
Most dangerous are those who understand more,
but with their own colour and distorted design!
It would be better to resign,
than spoil divine design!

How for the sure God is there,
But one when raises his self,
God will ask him 'what is your chisel,
What is the material which,
how you like to carve,
What are your desires dear,
I will write your fate as you wish! '

But more clever is that man who sees,
His ego first through which he see The GOD!

He says to God, 'Thanks dear,
Stop cheating yourself,
I know for sure I and you are one,
I have to pay for my wish,
You write my fate, but on which slate,
It is my ego on which you write,
Cause and effect will strike and writes another part,
What ever you wish to write, thou art my self that has to face the fate!

My friend sang...

Alas..! Then the learned would
learn to behave.
My writings, in certitude of forte
at mind' MINE`
are beautiful source of text, an
imponderable hymn, deliverance of a polymathic
understanding in rhythm,
imbuing inner'self to realize a
Knowledge' DIVINE` Knowledge is Being of God...
what I call 'Astral-Fluid'
Indeed what science calls it... a
fluid SUPERFINE`

Submitted: Wednesday, August 01, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, August 01, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

thanks to my Friend Charanjith Singh Lamba ji,

All Creation Is Begot Of Astral-
Fluid; Fluid Superfine
Divine Light Is At Work
Configuring SPACE & TIME` Divine Timing is fluid and not a
time in LINE`
As time flows after my death, my
writings will have
more weight than during my
LIFETIME` Alas..! Then the learned would
learn to behave.
My writings, in certitude of forte
at mind' MINE`
are beautiful source of text, an
imponderable hymn, deliverance of a polymathic
understanding in rhythm,
imbuing inner'self to realize a
Knowledge' DIVINE` Knowledge is Being of God...
what I call 'Astral-Fluid'
Indeed what science calls it... a
fluid SUPERFINE

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