The Feast at Cana: A Visualisation

 

Setting: A feast to celebrate the wedding of a couple in the small hamlet somewhere on the dusty road to Jerusalem.

Dramatic Personae: Jesus, Mary, The Bride and Groom, Jesus’ Disciples, Guests, Servants, Feast’s Steward.

Action:

Chorus:  “ Cana, blessed are you for ever! Shifting sands can’t obliterate your presence from history. Never will you be forgotten. Blessed are you for hosting the saviour of the world. In your humble settings he gave the world new wine. Drink to strengthen and fortify humanity on the way to the heavenly Jerusalem.” 

(Jesus is seated at a table at the centre of the stage in animated discussion with the disciples.)

Enter Mary (Left wing): “Son. The wine is running out!”

Jesus, distracted from his conversation with the disciples, has a twinkle in his eye:

“Woman. What has that got to do with you, or, me? My time has not yet come.”

Mary (unperturbed, turns to a servant): “Do whatever he says”. 

Jesus smiles, shrugs, and says to a servant:

“Fill those stone jars for ablutions with fresh water to the brim”.

“Now draw some and take it to the steward for tasting.”

The Steward, sips the new wine drawn from the stone jars. Slightly inebriated:  “ That’s good! Bridegroom, people serve the good wine first. And, when the men have drunk well, then they bring out the cheeper stuff. But, you, you’ve kept the good wine for the last”.

Merriment continues.  

Chorus: “What will these humans satisfy? Not transient joys, nor fruits from the burden of bitter hearts. They were blind;  hardness was in their hearts. A new wine has been given to them. New waters from Meribah, now wine to quench the persistent thirst. It invigorates and refreshes the traveller in the journey through the wilderness of life. He said that he would give living waters; he gave more. He gave us both food and drink for viaticum.    

 

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We Are Thus or Thus

Grace the golden orb 

Beams into primeval flame, 

That shoots

Coded desires

To the rounded mask

(Teeming with ideas 

High aspirations 

And multitudes of emotions).

 

The darts, selectively coupling

with fraternal correlatives, 

Slip to the darker side. 

At measured pace

The orb rotates

Capturing to itself a myriad marriages. 

At appointed point

There’s a stop and stillness; 

Obverse stands nakedly, 

In bright rays 

Illuminated,

A meshwork 

of Cause and Affects. 

 

Transformed by appetites

For gold, frankincense and myrrh,

The orb dull-drifts to recesses of darkness;

But is saved by the unions transcendental

That counter pull to warmth of the primordial Source-

Directed  by its own discernments, 

Attractions

Selections

Volitions, 

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Peter’s Principle

Drippingly

Awashed 

in glittering ripples

I wade deeper by paces

Unmindfully,

As the clouds grow darker.

Below the surface 

Jocund schools of fish

And denizens of the deep

Approach,

Curiosity sweeping aside inhibitions

While

Darting between swaying weeds 

And shelter of rockery.

The waters get deeper and darker,

Darker still the sunless wells,

Threatening 

Compelling curiosity;

The weeds too seem changed,

Stronger 

They menacingly

Wave intruders away.

Gasping,

I break the troubled waters,

As darkness covers the sky.

In Desperation

I cry,

“Help me Lord, I sink!”

Helped by his firm,gentle grip,

I surface;

The clouds drift away,

The sea’s calm and peaceful again.

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.”     

 

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Jubilee?

Reclined in a deck chair

letting an evening breeze, touch,

sooth and refresh

the tired brain and assorted aches and pains

 

the Opera House’s sails majestically 

carry an argosy 

of culture trinkets and symphonies  

toward the harbour bridge

where rainbows 

cascade

into a sullen sea

children laugh and clap

at each sulphuric spark

that mushrooms and pops 

 in a sparkling display

 

tired

this brain wanders off 

the celebration

settling on 

the mute twinkle 

above the vanishing horizon

a constant sentinel at its post

 

What charts and instruments

weighed

measured mass

circumference

distance and composition?

what lightyears were travelled 

to tease

and confound intellects?

 

was a notional starting point 

vacated

by this travelling glow-piece

(product of a disintegration) 

millions of light years ago

presumably 

in another galaxy?

 

all will be answered

and the world will accept  

till

fresh intellect and instruments

prove void

the labour and hypothesis.