Inspirations

All things to Law,

Imposes the discipline

Of metre and rhyme.

In the Manasa depths

Viu watches –

Beauties arise

From the light of lotuses.

Laksmi strews smiles –

Clouds show a rainbow,

Gardens show flowers.

The roar of Creation

Resolves into music.

Softness hides rigour,

Forms cover power.

Age after age after age is slave to a mighty rhythm –

At last the world-frame

Tires in its body,

Sleep in its eyes

Slackens its structure,

Diffuses its energy.

From the heart of all matter

Comes the anguished cry –

‘Wake, wake, greatSiva,

Our body grows weary

Of its law-fixed path,

Give us new form.

Sing our destruction,

That we gain new life.’

The great god awakes,

His three eyes open,