All This And That is Simply Love. Dedicated to Harish Prasad. By Manatita
Dedicated to Harish Prasad for his love of life and life of God; his discernment and ability to see beauty in God's creation.
The Light is Love, the shadows Love,
To ‘this’ and ‘that’ I simply serve.
The gates of darkness in You dwell,
Where rogues abide and good men fell.
Sweet heaven came, straight from Your bliss;
The face of every child You kiss.
In religion lives Your hand,
As in the atheist heart You stand.
The 'good' is Thou, the 'bad' is Thou,
Sweet pain abide we know not how,
To quell its ceaseless fire hue,
Awake in Joy, alive, anew.
Garden of beauty
Its Love this mind that implements,
The words on pages I just sent.
Sweet nothing, Love, the Form; the void;
In all my woes, You surely cried.
The babble’s Love, the fool; the new,
The old, the haggard; saintly few.
The scholar, poet; the dullards brew,
And all who never think of You.
Political wiles, You smile; You know,
They reap the seeds that You did sow.
Thou only real; illusion too,
Part of Your body, through and through.
The rich, the poor, the weak; the strong,
All manifest Love's grandeur-song,
Like sun and moon from high above;
The lark, the crow and flying dove.
So come my Lover, Flow in me,
Let me be fashioned; merge in Thee,
When all is gone, so I can see,
Your wondrous works; Your oneness-tree.
Manatita (Bard of Solace) 2nd July, 2014. Copyrighted.