! Fragrance ! Poem by Rema Prasanaa

I gathered in my palm
a few rain clouds, its fumes
and thunder, they called me
insane that I planted it behind
a banyan tree in one temple
of creation
In one futile attempt, through
the shadows of night,
I tried to capture a full moon
from the clouds in wings
earthen springs nourished
the soil and like origin,
the very beginning, clouds
planted behind the banyan tree
sprouted as a plant and branched
as a tree with sparkling green leaves
And to my surprise a flower
blossomed not on clouds
but on fragrance...


April 2,2009




(The seed is put in the ground and earth and air and water are placed around it. Does the seed become the earth or the air or the water? No. It becomes a plant, it developes after the law of its own growth, assimilates the air the earth and the water converts them into plant substances and grows into a plant... ... From Aurobindos writings)