Getting Lost In The Thicket Of Poetry

It is poetry

It is mystic, 

It is mesmerizing,

It is the Yogic Triad

Reaching the depths,

Unknown!

From the time ancient -

It is indelible!

It is the seeking of Self

Searching for its own Self!

It is reading Emily Dickinson,

Isha Upanishad, 

And Bhagavad Geeta side by side,

And getting lost in the thicket of their world!

Isha Upanishad

Sunless are those worlds

And enveloped in blind gloom

Where all they in their passing, resort to 

Who are the slayers of their Souls.

Bhagavad Geeta

One should sublimate and deliver the Self by the Self

One should not depress and cast down the Self

For the Self is the friend of Self,

The self itself is the enemy of Self.

Emily Dickinson

The Soul unto itself

Is an imperial friend -

Or the most agonizing spy -

An enemy - could send -

No treason it can fear -

Itself - it’s Sovereign - of itself

The Soul should stand in Awe -

Sometime back I came across this poem of Emily Dickinson. Instantly I was reminded of the Shlok of Isha Upanishad, and of Bhagavad Geeta and decided to write them side by side.

Isha Upanishad - Shlok 3

Bhagavad Geeta - Chapter 6  Shlok 5 

Emily Dickinson - The Soul Unto Itself