A coiled snake, gracefully placed in woven basket(s),
when it passess it awakens the dead from laquered caskets//
It just a fact its, light rewrites the blackness,
like fresh water gently caressing a pile of ashes//
It's classic, that meaning ancient,
lodged inside your self, turn inwards and behold your greatness//
Beyond contemplation, achieved only through silent observation,
on occasion ideas of the self cease all type of operation//
And you stop speaking when crossed legged position creeps in, thoughts frequent stop on the spot when in the deep end//
Of consciousness, bliss ocean beyond your common sense,
cool breeze with shatter the leaves- behold her omniscience//
Mother divine, casts illumination,
as she sits on her throne since the dawn of creation//
Commonly placed in-side your self and adjacent,
to Shri Shiva who displays the calmest of faces//
Known to man, peace eternal, God within man,
part of the plan unknown to most living a sham///
That is modern times, where truth is no different from lies,
only those gifted with eyes read the script through the lines//
©Krishna Volk 2007
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