A pure constant inside which
All relativism evaporates
A state of high tranquillity
Distilled through
Miasmic fog
A state that offers
Eternal stillness
In its encircling
Cyclonic eye
A home to seekers
Of ancient knowledge
Underpinning
Life’s seismic shifts
A great piece of philosophical writing! Thanks Leonard. I feel that you will like my-'At The Rumtek Monastery'- written from my first hand experience! -Raj Nandy
What a subject for a poem! I've heard it described as the stillness that sits inside the spinning top or the whirling tornado. Your poem is articulate, clear and finely crafted. Your words help the reader let go of the tricks of mind and allow the wisdom of heart to take over. Beautiful poetry. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Life’s seismic shifts, cyclones, or miasmic fogs, none can harm the constant attained by the ancient knowledge…. The ultimate truth of life is this eternal knowledge which is passed since ages…and through it we become the unit of that ‘whole’ negating all transcending paradigms.. An excellent compressed piece… narrated wittily…a true poetic genius
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a fine, creative artisan. I always admire your spare, elegant verses. warmest regards, Sandra