Unseen states.

srigurubhyO namahA |

Apologies as always to those of you who have been regularly checking this site in the last while for updates - It is always my intention to keep continuing here with the thirumandiram series. Hopefully it will come to fruition soon.

In the meantime......




Drinking from rivers of blood, the wages of sin.
The Giants war rages against the Jinn.
A grey haired Wizard, whose words deliver -
The soul from bondage, cutting all ties asunder.

As his whisper reaches the unborn self within
Dreams and delusions are traded for visions of the One within.
The sight remains unchanged;
Yet, the seer is no longer deranged.
The seer, seen and seeing,
Into unseen states, ever dissolving.

Drinking now from rivers of wine, the wages of looking within.

Mortality.

srigurubhyO namahA

Mortality.

'' Suspended. Somewhere
between present and future,
Death. Waiting vulture. ''
- mooligaisidhan

May I be Many.

Srigurubhyo namaha

Deep within the dark womb

of a galaxy far beyond -

Existence.

Neither awake nor asleep,

Being, suspended before the advent of Time.

Existed.

The raging fires burnt it not.

Eventual rays from a distant moon,

Excite. Rhythm rising to a hissing swoon.

Throbbing, fast building to the Boon.

Germ of Desire -

Born of Fire.

" May I be Many "!

Power, veils the wielder -

And energy appears as matter.

Ether, Breath, transforming Fire,

with Water and Earth, appear.

Worlds are born

like oak from acorn.

Golden Egg of universes vast

Resting place of worlds past.

'Father', some say, 'Mother', say some -

Some, they see deeper.

Seek! You will grow wiser.

Power veils the Wielder -

Energy appears as Matter.