The Beginning! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by C. P. Sharma

In the beginning was
the Golden Egg,
to the Divine Womb
it was tagged.
Call it a Divine will,
from the One
it did come
with all the unmatched
tenets as gems.

With it breathed
the heaven and
the earth,
around it the sun
and the moon
were girth
as the power house
of vigor and
the mirth..

Holy rivers from
heaven flowed,
multifaceted
life glowed,
from the waters
Nymph arose:
with dark deep forests,
valleys lush green,
the lion and lamb
in them gleamed;
multi hued fish in ponds
and rivers swam
and the whale
the ocean skimmed;
the birds in the
sky did fly
with the messages for
the far off skies.

All in Nature their
food found,
smallest grains
to big grass ground,
a few for hunting
went around,
all remedies
in Nature found.

For enjoyment
wandered day round;
at night their homes
they found,
in ocean boroughs,
tree tops and caves
to make love
and procreate,
in His Own Illusion
to Celebrate.

The purpose of life is
Celebration! ! !
why crumble and groan
under the ego’s weight?
Why don’t read the
Golden Rules?
Why do you make
yourself a fool?

The Sages from grey
mountains sing,
the burden of the songs
of rivers and spring,
everyday in
flowers bloom;
why you alone live
in gloom?

All the books in the
sea submerge,
Why don’t you
your life purge?
Why don’t you read
the book of life?
and get rid of
the stress and strife.

Sing songs in praise
of the sun,
make love under
the moonshine,
keep water and air
pollution free,
everyday grow
a new tree,
your ego a bit
subdue,
keep away from the
nuclear hue.

Note: Inspired from Rig Veda (X/121) .