Thursday, 17 January 2013

 The Music Of 'OM'

The idea behind this poem is to represent the power of ‘OM’ which brings together sounds of all elements and musical instruments.Here is my interpretation of all the sounds which come together when you chant ‘OM’.

Miles and miles of nothingness
A sea of emptiness
A faint sound arose
Nudging the silence
As soft as a ripple
Moving ever so gently…in waves…

Gathering…
Lilting notes,pitches and tones,
Scattered notes lying forlorn.
The melancholy of temple bells,
The haunting echo,the surge,the swell.

Echoing…
The whisper of the ‘wind’ blowing by,
The flash of sounds resonating in the ‘sky’.
The throbbing energy of ‘fire’ grating,
The rhythm of ‘earthly’ music reverberating.
The melody of ‘waters’ rippling in whirls,
Rising,falling and moving in swirls.

Harmonising…
The dulcet tones of the ‘veena’ strings,
Of the tanpura,harp and the violin.
The rhythmic beat of the bongo,
The soulful moan of the cello.
The ecstatic pitch of the wooden lute,
The freedom of the spiralling notes of a flute.

Weaving…
The subtle ‘A’,'U’ and ‘M’ tones,
From sleep, dream to waking zones.
The pure notes of full consciousness,
Blending,merging into divine oneness.
Stories and secrets of ‘creation’ as it unfolds,
Memories of past,present and future manifold.

Integrating…
The music of ‘OM’ across the universe,
And its journey back to the source.
Its song extolling the virtues of God,
Through the pathways and minds of all.
The depth and power of ‘OM’-its core sound,
In each syllable,in each word,its root is found.

Aligning…
With the chanting of ‘OM’ and each incantation,
Whilst closing the eyes in deep meditation,
The illusions are unveiled and eliminated,
The senses heightened and elevated,
In synch,in harmony,in bliss,
In perfect tune with ‘All That Is’.

Thus the symbol of ‘OM’ was born,
With peace,beauty and power it shone.
Music within it does contain,
Divine vibrations in it reigns.
In the core of every mantra,in every chant you find,
When repeated,to the creator,’you’ it binds.

Tuesday, 1 January 2013

The Calling

This poem is based on the true experience of a friend of mine in Zurich.This is my interpretation of the dream that he shared with me.



An unknown world beckons you,
Is it real and unreal too?
In a glow of light you are suffused,
Throbbing, pulsating energy, yet it soothes.
You are filled with a strength,
You hear a voice-
'Do endeavour, do try
Be ready to open your mind's eye.'
The light dims like glowing embers,
The voice fades, the words you remember.
'Did something happen?' you ponder,
Filled with a sense of complete wonder.
 
In the coming days, you see a vision,
You are a woman, a mother perhaps
Cruel enough to inflict children with slaps
A sense of remorse overcomes you
Is it imaginary or perhaps true?
A wave of panic grips your chest
'It's okay! Calm down!' the voice suggests.

The mystical experiences continue unabated
The soul yearns for more and refuses to be satiated
You sit still to calm your restless nerves
Before it breaks free in an explosive outburst
Like the waters after a raging storm you find
You gain control over body and mind
Your eyes are closed in a type of meditation
You experience a form of magical levitation
The body is formless, utterly light
Poised and ready to take flight
Filled with a feeling of extensive joy
Tears stream down, is paradise nearby?

Maybe? Perhaps? Could it be? Is it?
Are questions which run amok in your mind
Answers to which you may or may not find.
But one thing is for sure, it definitely is
You are meant to reach higher and attain spiritual bliss
The vibrations of energy are like precious ware
To be preserved and nurtured with utmost care.

The calling has come, it will be crystal clear
Leaving no room for doubts and fears
These are signs divine and true
Preordained to lead you gently through
To tap the potent power that lies
Buried deep within you