With drawings from my sketchbooks in 1988, some “Poems of Eclipse” 1999, (inspired by Ramesh Balsekar’s philosophy) and a new sketch of Ramesh.
Read also my landmark post On Gaia as our Self in my other blog, Aquariel !
A Picture …
a rock under standing – river bed
unaltered wherever I go,
the art of life discovers
a masterpiece – the obvious!
Along the rain washed road, a wanderer
wears battered hat, carrying
bundly bag and flower. Why
did God’s will place him there?
He turned. He thought he knew
but could not see the thunder cloud
above him, deftly brushed.
Trapped in the wrong dimension,
unwittingly he got wet!
Backed on canvas, his quest
is strung on fibre, warp and weft.
His human history, he cannot see.
On flat earth theory, he’s crucified;
the Master’s Eye looks back!
Who created him: Botticelli, Van Eyck,
Michelangelo? He was
and is composed no where apart
from Life around him, which is Art.
Let the vagrant lift his Cross
of time through space,
the canvas warp and weft,
to follow Eye.
Let him through a hemisphere
turn his gaze
from flat earth
to Creation’s inward sky.
Let him see as the Master sees
The spirit in the Garden of Eden
took root in animal skins.
World’s habitat being strong,
my vigilance is overcast.
The disappointing fragment magnified
is an ever present threat
to thunder and enclose my soul –
yet the coast is clear.
The breath that stops the world
can nothing else contain,
for it is everything.
The holy Grail
draws to itself the Grail against
all other gravities.
In Ramesh’s aphorism, my life
is a painted land,
a mile or five miles wide.
A house or two I see from where I stand.
What next unfolds? I walk in time and space.
That thread links a hill which hasn’t happened yet
with a vivid face which has.
The future hill with remembered face
in the Master’s Eye, are space.
wider vistas with the fragment coalesce
and realisation comes: the masterpiece
was painted long ago.
My vivid face and brooding hill
have thirty roving years between.
My wanderer, awarded a cosmos of his own,
around the fade-out of his visual field.
He rests at night in a picture frame of mist.
How may he know God’s will unless
he’s in love with nothing else?
content to be rained upon, re-brushed
with madder rose, ochre, a touch of sapphire,
and even cleaned away?
In love with nowt but what Creator does –
he’s granted a strong belief he may find out!
Else who among his Angelic lovers of Art
could his capering convince?
Ramesh in his wisdom has remarked: “When understanding happens, a created object sees that nothing he or she believed they did, or felt, is separate from the Creator Subjectivity. It has no being apart; nor ever had. The entire texture of autonomy, guilt and pride, is illusory, fabricating divine ignorance.”
belongs to the canvas figure, alone.
Prayer is open-ness.
GOD is a sound: here a spiral shell
on the beach, and elsewhere tightly closed.
The Mystery of Master’s work within a gem
erases and enhances Grace.
The co-creation has no concept
but to be. The Master knows not
how his own beard grows.
Binah – the Understanding
cellular surface quivers
like an ear.
Osmosis passes from root in earth to flowering leaf, as sun from star.
Osmosis regulates cell densities through magnetic vacuum
beyond the brain.
The gnosis has no fight with life,
and always unseats itself.
Behind every alteration it
seems to bring about, gnosis
The philosophical aphorism accepts and discards
concepts freely, as tools
that grow on us, are sharp,
grow blunt, and are put away.
My adventure invites fellow travellers. I am a poet, an artist and a seer. I welcome conversation among the PHILO SOFIA, the lovers of wisdom.
This blog is a vehicle to promote also my published work – The Sacred India Tarot (with Rohit Arya, Yogi Impressions Books) and The Dreamer in the Dream – a collection of short stories (0 Books). Watch this space.
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