Floating Water Hyacinths

Splashed in noon-time glitter,

Opaque waters run deep.

Rocked on current’s crest

Coifed 

in purple,

Reclining 

on green leaves,

Sweet hyacinth,

You gently pass on, 

Indifferent

To the host’s restlessness

Or, inclement weather.

On the bank, 

An ageing bark

Stands tall,

Mocking your rootlessness;

Himself anchored,

His heavy foliage 

Covering 

Brown scars,

Brooding reminders,

Foreboding a season of smoke 

and red hot furnaces.

You?

No dark thoughts

Of inevitability.

You just bask in the moment’s

Tranquility,

Absorbed

With constant blue above you.

You shrug and pass along

Past green glades,

Even stony shores,

Untouched.

Never a thought

Of pitched forks, confluences,

Or,

Open mouthed eternity.

Blessed in your own rootlessness. 

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When Things Are Thus or Thus

Well might one ask, “What need’s truth? We already  have the truths we need; precisely put down, with proofs and principles, by prominent people. No more need for blind faith. With  practical application  and a measure of human ingenuity, we could construct fulcrums and would lift the world. No more fantasies about the man in the moon: now it’s only a body of craters and dunes waiting for someone to stomp on. What need of an invisible deity? We, on our own, are able to travel to Mars – even colonise distant galaxies!” It has been a long journey for the species to reach this assured consciousness. It has been so long, that we forget where we began; and the myriad stages in between. At so many stages we thought that we had reached the zenith of our creativity and achievements – but there has always been room for more progress. 

When we can make and do so many things, we also have the intellectual ability to decide what is good for us: what is right and what is wrong. We do not need axioms brought down from mountains, the entrails of caves, or churned up from the depths of the oceans. For a most of the time, elders believed and practised what they were told. There were  obvious exceptions, and at times very subtle changes, to designed for convenience.  Generations have decided their own parameters of social behaviour, each setting aside the “morality” of the predecessor. With the stroke of a pen years of tradition and ideologies have been relegated to the dustbin of the history. Like a new suit, morality has been consonant with the fashion of the day. Within living memory we have seen radical changes in social behaviour. Arguably, these changes have made us better, more sensitive, and more enlightened than ever before.

Do these attributes and attainments make us better than sheep or goats; two-legged things that strut and fret; drop off, and then just disappear? I think not. For then, roses and green fields would be only fodder. I think not, for  then empathy and sharing in another’s joys and sufferings would be no more than expressions of our gregariousness. Then, all sublime expressions would be just dabbling and babbling  in indolence. To me, these and other noble expressions of humanity, are connects with a transcendent state that’s the sum-total of human consciousness; the essence of all beauty and the perfect form of all perfection. Therefore, I can say, “I believe in the One I belong to – my model and all that I aspire to be.”