A Tryst With The Heart Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

There are in this lovely universe
Many a subtle thing that the mind cannot reckon with
And dubs them as vague, fictitious or lotus eaters' dreams,
And even evil.

So I left the mind behind,
The arguments and the clamours too.
My heart was crying to be alone.

As the dark deepened,
A streak of light lingered in the remote sky.
The stars were shyly waiting behind veils of hurrying mist
And a fresh breeze was blowing gently from the sea.

Stop, my heart warned.
Listen!
There is wisdom in this serenity
And music in the air.
Dressed into an array of living aureate shimmers,
The moon is so bewitching?

But I could hear nothing
And saw less.
I was as closed as a tight box.

Said my heart
I can hear the hills' breaths, keen, restless, but happy.
I wonder why like fireflies does the breeze rove in thirsty wander?
Why is this place locked into a frenzy of breathless waiting.

I can guess who is coming,
I can feel his steps,
Light like the fleeting morning sunshine.

Ecstatic,
The woodlands, the sea, the birds scream in frenzied silence,
They cry for the sight of him
Whose flute breathes life and power
Joys and love.
In that sweet turmoil they know he is near.

Like my heart
Why could I not express him then?
Why like this endless panoply of things
I could not explode in the same ineffable wanton of wondrous adoration too?
This I asked my heart.

Like them you have them all,
But you chose to forget.
You chose the transient.
Sit quiet like the hills
Rise gently from your bud inside!

This place was once yours too,
You lost it in trying to possess it.
Shake your false pride and your greed
Surrender your restlessness and your fake knowledge.
Come naked forth.
And shine in your prestine purity.

You will then know that the soundless has sounds,
Unsyllabled and transcendental,
That like the rays of the sun,
Wisdom and knowledge
Beauty and peace
Love, bloom from the same fount.