Journey Of Stones
'Let`s start our journey of fate`,
Proposed a stone to his mate,
`We shall have a race to run
High or low, rough or plain,
Let us see how fate is cast;
Nothing to gain hanging this cliff
So high on top, so crag and vast.`
Both the stones agreeing thus parted
With a splash! They darted
Off the high mountain
And rushed speed thro` fussy fountain.
Had round and round
Zig and zag,
Brushing smoother their skinn`d rag.
Through the Spring and splashing around
They were to reach as fate them bound;
Duty provoked and Karma built fate
They were to stand at Different State.
Had many leaps and many tossing
With many a wounds, scratches of rushing.
But zest inspired and designed mind
To yield them fate, Will determined
Are the ones who earn them Great
With Duty`s harness carrying back
Face the flaws and build their fate.
But Tiredness had her spells to show
And weary souls had their races to slow.
Next they had now roaring stream
At mountain verge and water scream.
The former had his loosening desire
No more heart, no sparkle of fire,
Uttered the words of self-shamed soldier,
`I can`t do for `tis too hard for `tis too terrible,
Rest up here, give up the chase
Fate is ever as is drawn
Neither to change nor to erase.`
`No this is but cowards` excuse`,
Later made a positive refuse.
Once yourself proposed then why you deny
Warm yourself: your body, your brain
Face the flaws and cherish the gain.`
`All I said me worths me credits
I can`t do but myself unbid (unspeak) .
I`ll rest and comfort me here
The like you do to serve you better.`
`No, I`ll keep my race arun`,
With quite this saying parted the one.
Now in some sacred sects of Kashi
Lived there a Holy Majesty
A heart devotee of Shiva`s worship
Fain he wished a grand temple of Shiva`s ecstasy.
Many a labourers, many a masons
Many architects from renown`d stations
Were called there all for Majestic order
To design to final the grand construction.
Bricks and stones small and massive
Brought about to build holy castle.
Days` and nights` hardest labour
Restless weeks then gave a favour.
Shilpshastras` architectural design
Gave the temple a heavenly shine,
Lofty structure sighted grandly
Of mere stones set unique and oddly.
On Mahashivratri`s holy occasion
The decision of Linga installation taken.
King comes following some Vedic scholars
Stands at the temple`s heart
With innumberable devotees around
All happy and all faith-bound.
The first Adhivaas, the dwelling ritual
With twenty items and Mantras of Mangal
`Om Namah Shivay` and panchamrit abhisheka
Then thrice round the circle
Concluding day`s Rudrabhisheka,
With flowers, fruits, curd and milk
And high pitched Jaykara
The beautiful Stone-Shivlinga
Installed with Pran-Pratishtha.
Becomes a DeIty of worship and faith
To protect the faith of Karma.
The sun sets, the crowd of devotees withdraws
Silence of the falling night itself there draws.
But as there appears twinkling glare
Sounds a voice from below the stairs,
`O you my friend, I recognised
We two friends that journey designed
O your fate was thus worship-bound
Mine to be trample underfoot.`
`No, my friend, fate is always drawn with Karma
Your self subject to change of erase.
You stopped your journey amid
Let not your beauty of Worship shown
I ran, I ran, I suffered the pain
And at last I have had this Gain.
Life is ever just the way yourself you flowed
Keeping ugly as hell or beauty as God.`
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