A Plant Succulent

Life without poetry and literature is

Like a sheet of cake without icing.

So dull and colorless.

My thoughts like sugar sprinklers

Decorate my cake.

Blessed we are to be given a packet

So uniquely filled to enrich our lives.

Oh! But my packet is getting empty!

Content all used!

Much of it lost or wasted in my folly.

In my hour of desperation 

Someone touches me softly.

Points me to some new yawning.

Look around! Look hard!

Remove the wrapping!

Dig deeper!

Not all your shelves are empty!

There is still so much you haven’t used.

Be innovative! Be creative!

Well, maybe it is right in front of my eyes,

But, I just can’t find it!

A Voice assures me again.

Have you ever seen a succulent plant? 

Deep within you is a Being just like that plant. 

Rising upon a dry hard surface

It draws its sustenance from distant sources.

Like from a pipeline invisible,

Riches of life siphon from it,

Drop by drop for you to collect.

Trust yourself!

When you feel obtuse 

Like a plant succulent 

It is there to enrich your life.

Always, till your last mortal breath.

  

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     

Few Lines From Savitri Il An Epic Poem By Sri Aurobindo

The selected lines below are taken from Sri Aurobindo's epic poem Savitri- book I Canto Four- The Secret Knowledge

Sri Aurobindo was a nineteenth-century poet, philosopher, mystic yogi, freedom fighter and visionary from India. August 15th is his birthday as well as Independence Day of India.

I am posting them here for their poetic beauty and the hope and aspirations that these lines provide to the future of humanity. 

Savita Tyagi

Even when we fail to look into our souls

Or lie embedded in earthly consciousness,

Still, we have parts that grow towards the light

Yet there are luminous tracts and heavens serene

And Eldorados of splendor and ecstasy

And Temples to the godhead none can see.

A Shapeless memory lingers in us still

And sometimes when our sight is turned within,

Earth’s ignorant veil is lifted from our eyes;

There is a short miraculous escape.

Our Soul can visit in great lonely hours
Still regions of imperishable light......
And calm immensities of spirit space.

In the unfolding process of the self
sometimes the inexpressible Mystery
Elects a human vessel of descent.

A presence is born, a guiding light awakes,
Or a revealing Force sweeps blazing in;
Out of some vast superior continent.

A greater personality sometimes
Possesses us which yet we know is ours:
Or we adore the Master of our souls.
Then the small bodily ego thins and falls:
no more insisting on its separate self,

It leaves us one with Nature and with God.