Chelaji's Sojourn 1 (poem)
“He entered into my space with honeyed tongue,
Enchanted his way into my inner sanctum;
Threw my emotions to the wind,
Thus shattering my promised dreams.”
“Chelaji, it is useless to bathe the elephant,
Which will again wallow in mud,
Or to straighten the tail of a dog which
immediately returns to its natural habit.
A mind which is dull or indolent,
Is like character shattered by glass,
Or the claws of a scorpion, whose very nature
is to sting.
Why spend your passions on a dream, which,
Like a zephyr drifting spontaneously,
With no commitments to time and space, eventually subsides?”
“Oh Sage, would you have me be like the larks in flight,
Humming sweet cadences to their ancestors,
While intoxicated with the joy of beauty;
Singing their freedom songs?”
“Chelaji, would you rather your Soul be wounded,
Torn so painfully, that the drops flow from your eyelids,
Like a violent rainstorm?
Oh bird of Light, reflect on the larks in flight;
Attune thyself to their dazzling splendour,
As they soar o’er the horizons;
Basking in the freedom of infinity’s blue sky.
Why reflect on solemn shadows, which create turmoil
within the heart, and shapes your grief?
I would have you giggle like the child,
Bring forward the pristine purity of your Soul,
And gaze at the immortality of thy true Self!
There’s a Citadel inside you, crying for its Golden Orb.
You are that Citadel, and its Orb seeks audience,
With the Light of Heaven’s Gate, only to show
It’s natural lustre. You are that lustre.
Oh Chelaji, do not weep!”
As the tears flowed downwards, so too Chelaji bowed her head.
Only this time, she felt her heart stir and
Her spirit soared upwards to the firmament.
Basked in the delight of Silence, she remained unmoving,
With her eyes now fully open to the past of present Truths.
Her journey over, she would return no more,
To the chasm of bondage-chains.
– Manatita 22nd December, 2013. Copyrighted.
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