Nine Rasas

Love and lust,

one the same,

Sringara

Cauldron’s boil,

Temper’s spill

Ravdra

Mourning with

Compassionate arms

Karuna

Dark passages persist

Monsters linger depths unknown

Bhayanaka

Vile tumult’s rise within

Nausea paint’s a grimace flush to skin

Bibhasta

Vigor tango’s vis-à-vis,

As heroes call deafens doubt

Vira

Laughter wells eyes in joy

While ridicule enlists the salt therein

Hasya

A first skyline exposed

To an unsuspecting glance

Adbhuta

Halcyon, charming wind and wave

Spreads calm unto horizons far

Santa

Spatiality gathers sheaf’s abundant.

Place procures fields for harvest’s green

Rasa awakens

A centrality of energy

Engages physicality’s line

Sushumna, gravity breathes

Shape-shifting altruisms bend perception taut

Aligning eternal stage, set for actor and audience alike

Herein resides the locus of Rasa

Unlocking sensorial rhythm’s

Brandishing pleasures unbeknownst to hue

Permanence abides the spindle’s truth

Weaving abhinaya

Emotions are evoked,

Accessed, then tasted true

Rasa’s essence aspires unto

Boundaries shared in man

Even breath alone can balance

The humors of flesh

Cloth of table spans word and sight

Preparing for presentations feast

It is known Sthayi bhavas  

Will appear once taste’s expression

Overflows; generating

enactment of the nine

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Heaven's in my Heart (A Devotional)

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A wavering peak of substance

A meriting chasm of hollow will

confronts the siren’s secret trance

that sends the sailor out, upon rocks that kill

Heavens in my heart

and I feel unworthy….yet smile, that you still care

A smothering entanglement

A shackling undulation

enshrouds the every sense

whispering virtuous elations

Heaven’s in my heart

and I feel unworthy…yet smile, that you believe In me

One day, one day you will come

across the sky it is said

you’ll come down, and crush the serpent’s head

and light will shine, shine down from your kingdom

Heavens in my heart

and I feel unworthy….yet smile, that you still care

All will feel, as it never has—we are blessed, we are blessed

each day a lifetime in love’s sweet caress, sweet caress

and then, one will know

the beauty in salvation, to bask forever long in its glow

Heaven’s in my heart

and I feel unworthy…yet smile, that you believe In me

Heavens in my heart

and I feel unworthy….yet smile, that you still care

Heaven’s in my heart

and I feel unworthy…yet smile, that you believe In me

Number of the Beast (Heart/Spirit/Art)

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Moonstones rubbed for inspiration

Platonic solids textures make

As ideation coincides

With the golden section of                               your mind

Creator

Intellect

Soul

One

Two

Three

Silence escapes a nervous void

With a mesmerizing tonal gaze,

Each vowel bends in me,

An enshrinement of consonancy

Before the hallowed harp doth play

I’m hearing sounds of primacy,  

 Voicing visions debasing me, of all I believed I knew.

It’s as if she’d been granted a gifted tongue—

To speak the words of Malachim

Four

Five

Six

Shifting shapes of angles blend to form

As matter, elements and bodies mix

As conversation eclipses time

Mudras vast beset my eyes

As winter nears

For the first in many years

It does appear

That Demeter, before her trip

Made preparations for

Nourishment

7, 8, 9

The universe and its qualities,

The constituents of the world

Knowing what I do know now

The Decad is the first number to need a second part

Ten.  Fingers-Thumbs.

…and so spins the wheel

When you’re near

I feel the meaning of

All the gifts of touch

Provided by

 Tetraktys

With love.

The Pigeon

From a row of cedars,

I, the wandering cynic, am now

Watching the last of the saved

Break bread

After rite is well past overture

I stand alongside the marbled walls

To which felt so smooth,

An impression ringing surprisingly loud

Something over me,

Happened then,

And I kneeled upon

The thinnest of carpeting,

Hands then met, in that certain way,

Head tilts back,

Eyes affix, at the disjointed portraits scaling tall

That was when I heard the call

A pigeon in the upper most arching beam

It was far, but it did seem,

This bird was scared, at peace, yet alone, without direction

Sidearm Jesus

I’ll be fine,

Don’t shed a tear,

I’ve seen worse,

I’ve bled lines,

Be not afraid, for I do not fear,

This is a penance, not a curse

With Jesus as my sidearm

I’m quickest to the draw

With Jesus as my sidearm

Fear’s replaced by awe

Memories of days gone by,

Confused and serrated,

Mingling inches from the grave,

In venom, antithesis and lies,

What sins this tongue has played,

And still, God chose my soul to save

With Jesus as my sidearm

No valley’s too dark to see

With Jesus as my sidearm

Light replaces treachery

Alone I’ve felt, for so long

Heart softly beat as the shadows whispers formed,

Meandering every which direction, looking for a sign,

I had to first hit bottom, before I could grow strong,

All around me, serpents slithered & creatures swarmed,

Broken & forlorn, when came the golden rays from high

With Jesus as my sidearm,

I now live without doubt,

With Jesus as my sidearm,

I’ve learned there’s always another route,

With Jesus as my sidearm,

I’ve learned to love again,

With Jesus as my sidearm,

Life anew begins