The Spiritual Mandate, -Dedicated To Akira Meneko Poem by Subrata Ray

Akira -of wise feeling,
This is not far from the spring,
Nor without possession of the divine Dove's wings,
Ah! The rust of the mind would no longer remain,
Be sure in devotional anguish, comes down the Divine.

The joy unknown, by His grace is blown,
And the dreams of the apparent fade,
Your Shire, appears with liquid fire,
And stands to receive you in the Unconscious Gate.

Dig, dig, dig –the Body’s well,
Drag out the layers of the conscious and the subconscious,
By and by the Unconscious would unfold,
Ah! The self revelation of Atman, would come as goal.

Then the difference between you and me,
Of the gender and the societal class,
Would drop into naught, with Divine flash.