Ever wondered why is there an urge to experience divinity? It is because we are not merely a part of it, but we are the divinity itself. An ode to the divinity- a poet’s rendition.
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The fragrance of this whiff,
Calm sandalwood infused incense,
The warmth of this fire,
Sacred oil lighted tangerine flame,
And, the gesture of these fingers,
Wise mudra signifying willingness,
That of a seeker, a learner.
A mortal’s completeness,
Is a journey towards divinity,
On a path of abandonment,
Traversed in a vehicle of discretion,
Between a phenomenal illusion,
And the truth of the neumona.
As I hold this breath,
And focus at the sacred fire,
Attuning my auditory faculties,
To the frequency of bliss,
I emerge from an abyss,
Like a vivacious spring,
Spurting into a beautiful form,
One of a mesmerizing divine aura,
And I stay there in equanimity,
Surpassing spatio-temporal limitations,
And merging with the limitless,
In the realms of cosmic existence,
The reality of the spirit-
Is this very experience,
This mortal physicality-
It is a frivolous occurrence.
DIVINITY: BLISS: ODE
Tulip Brook 