Poetry Book - 8. National Poetry Month 2019 - Part I - Tales of the Old World

Canopy of leaves
Sunlight bleeding through the trees
Trees ancient and tall

Yellow small flowers
Green vines wind over the wall
Untouched and pure world

Lush bushes and ferns
Droplets of water on leaves
Air humid and cool

A rushing river
Pond hedged by trees with gnarled roots
Blue and dark the water

Sacred place of the world
A temple amidst the green
The secret of old

Patanjali sees
The greyish bark of a tree
The passage of time

Silent sound of the wind
A whispering in the leaves
Ananta Shesha

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Ottava Rima

Lush green vine is winding over the wall
Small yellow flowers curl around the trees
The sunlight is bleeding through the trees tall
Amidst the lush green Patanjali hears
The Infinite One, holy Shesha’s call:
His Word write down, the truths and certainties
Of days ahead and of the time that passed
When time stands still, the Endless One will last

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Ananta Shesha
Foreseeing the destruction of Earth
Mentioned two pillars
One with a bull and the other with a lion
On the house of the Lord

Ophion, the great serpent
Set up the two pillars
In the primordial garden
The pillars of the sons of Seth
Kept the earth and the sky apart

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Rhyme Royal

Small yellow flowers curl around the trees
Lush green vine is winding over the wall
And sunlight is bleeding through the green leaves
Amidst the lush green Patanjali hears:
His Word write down, the truths and certainties
Of days ahead and of the time that passed
When time stands still, the Endless One will last

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The Path of the Lion

He walked the ancient path of the lion
The path of the kings, the path of the lords
Built in the old days by serpent Ophion
According to myth, according to lore

The lion looked east to the rising sun
Behold, the Lord said, this is the first day
Ananta uncoiled and time had begun
And the void lit up in a vibrant ray

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Spenserian Stanza

Lush green vine is winding over the wall
Small yellow flowers curl around the trees
The sunlight is bleeding through the trees tall
And droplets of water on the green leaves
Amidst the lush green Patanjali hears:
The secrets of time, of future and past
His Word write down, old truths and certainties
Of days ahead and of the time that passed
And when the time stands still, the Endless One will last

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Two sacred pillars in the house of God
Creating the patterns of space and time
One column with a winged sun on the top
And one with two serpents intertwined

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Untamed World

It’s a nonindustrial world
Take the case of a monk, a forest-dweller
The monk who began the forest tradition
Monks have retreated into the depths of the forests
Old-growth forests
Untamed animal worlds

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Kavi Bharati

Kavi Bharati has composed the songs
With his powers of magic
In a hermitage on Mount Kunjara
Where the roots of centuries-old trees
Snake through broken walls that are
Decorated by garlands

It was almost dawn
An earthquake shook towns
During the hours of worship
Kavi Bharati was stumbling out
His hands pressed over his eyes
There was nothing