The Three-Eyed One Poem by AtreyaSarma Uppaluri

Oh the fair skinned God with blueberry garland!
You sit down on the frozen slabs of the snowy heights
bare trunked, and unmindful of the howling winds of chill
gently closing your eyes and
sinking into austere multi-solar-hot meditation
with a cobra-sharp focus.

It turns your system intense and blazing
and threatens to incinerate the entire heavens and galaxies.
Sensing it in time with your third eye, you just will it…
And, lo and behold! the limpid celestial cataract over your head
springs up and gushes down in silvery torrential column.

Feeling it not ample to soften the fiery geyser in your inside
you draw further coolth from the crescent on your crest.

The deep and austere penance galvanizes you
into cosmic fireball of over-brimming energy.

From the tranquil steady lapidary mood
you fling up into a dance vigorous and cosmic
to release particles of your charged energy
for the benefit of the universe.

The omniscient that you are
you from your divine drum
transmit the seminal wisdom
in coded bytes –
Aiun, Rlk…Aiouch
Hayavarat…Ghadhadhash …Hal -
for the benefit of humanity.

Your three eyes: Past, present and future
of the cyclical continuum of time.

The ashen triple mark on your forehead:
Truth, auspiciousness, beauty.

Your blue throat: A sign of intense penance
That can convert the deadliest venom into nectar
Making the world a better place to live in

The tines of your trident:
The recurrent rhythmic processes of
generation, operation, dissolution.

You are the phallic shaft
rootless, topless, and spinning
with eye-blinding light:
the ever churning universe.

The God of gods, you exemplify
perfect equality of womanhood.
You’ve made your consort your real ‘better half’
and symbolise verily the Nature-Man symbiosis.

The eco-philic God that you are
your melting presence makes
the seemingly mutually-inimical fauna
mouse-snake-peacock-bull-tiger
indulge in fun and frolic together.

Omnipotent and omnipresent,
yet you’ve made your home
not in a swanky marble lined palace
but in the eerily-desolate necropolis
to signify the treasure out of ashes.

Oh Lord, unto you I pray
the God of Aum
the primordial sound
and the chant of chants.
Oh, the egalitarian God,
the ready giver of benign boons!
Grant us universal bliss and harmony!

[Feb 23,2009: : Hyderabad, India]