Ayodhya Posted December 4, 2006 Report Posted December 4, 2006 The original title of this poem was Maya, but no one in my poetry class understood it and I wasn't about to spiel on for an hour about Hindu metaphysics, so I changed it to This Grand Illusion This Grand Illusion Dark is this world As it is to the unborn, Once free, then wrapped In a shawl of maternal affection Around our balding heads and weary eyes Our weapon. Our shield. For it does not burn And it does not tear. Crystalline planks, dive Up in a wave, to a place Unlike an ocean, and unlike a pond, Bewildered by eternity, All to the tint of the blue. A drop back in the bow and once again we see with weary eyes, All to the intransitory veiled. Quote
Guest guest Posted December 5, 2006 Report Posted December 5, 2006 Hare Krishna Prabhu! What a beautiful poem, certainly gives you something to think about. Quote
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