No, he didn't utter a word
Raised his hand in salutation
To return mine!
No, I didn't have any inclination
Either to utter a word
Or entertain a thought
Thought had been suspended
The silence that followed
Wasn't a strain but wholesome
An uplifting feeling
Originated from the navel
To travel upward
How do people liken orgasm
That numbs the senses
In a downward thrust
To a moment of meditative vibes
That elevate one's core upward?
The Master's presence
Benumbed me
His silence suspended me
On a bar of timelessness
The midsummer heat wasn't felt
We sat in silence with
Past and future faded
From the consciousness
The present didn't matter at all
We're transported to a realm
Where there's no time sequence
No wonder
While returning
The fullmoon that came with us
Looked like the afternoon sun
In whose presence we took solace
Last night
The fullmoon didn't leave
Any emptiness behind
It bloomed in several
Uplifting hues and
It filled me to brim
As the time when I sat in the
Avadhut's presence
Under the blazing sun!
* *Gopal Baba of whom no one knows anything-where and when he was born. Who brought him to this part of the country. Which language he spoke....
Hmmm...some maverick there! deeply spiritual in earthy tones... nice scratchy lines............................... :) cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some spiritual people can have a overwhelming effect on people... maybe its the glow of the heavens that make them so irresistible. Without so much as uttering a word they can profoundly effect a person in attendance..these are deeply soul stirring lines. spiritual in earthy tones... as is so common in our subcontinent! nice scratchy lines, make you reflect and anticipate............................... :) cheers & well done sat