This is a series of poems by Yagnadat Reddy with the theme of “Channels Of Vision” tiling them all together.
Out there, trembling!
Cold biting the nails of thorns,
Bones frozen, ashes white!
Hounds in the hell in peril!
Squealing of the ghouls, blood!
Nocturnal creatures in ecstasy!
For the Lord himself danced to Death.
Oh! If only I could tell you!
If only I could make you feel an iota of this brilliance!
The wonder! The Bliss!
A ray of Light would radiate
A thousand Suns!
A spark of emotion would fuel
A quantum of energy explodes
The mighty Stars!
Light and darkness,
and the grey of the world.
Shallow and deep,
and all those contours.
Hatred and love,
and all the indifference.
Matter and energy,
the creation within.
In opposites we live, we die, we survive.
Death! I invite you!
Let me flavor the grim of thine!
I invoke you as I sit with pride-
My soul to be united with the grand whole. Take me Father!
Stars fade away in the background,
Planets shatter, gasses decompose-
For death is inevitable even to the majestic!
Merged into dust and sand, vacuum and space.
Nothingness- Our future!
Love, my dear, is the end in itself;
It remains even after bodies annihilate-
Time stands still in the frame of soul work;
The everlasting force of the cosmic humans!
At the beginning,
There was a sound- shriller and finer.
It replicated into an infinite vibrations,
resonating in the cosmic background;
The voices of souls chanting the phrases of Origination.
there was a birth!
Amazing potpourri of ingredients-Intelligent energy!
Woke up to the cycles of nature- breathing!