EM…I-X
I am the magician,
I am the mother,
I know the knowers
And I know the others.
I see their dreams,
I feel their lies,
I read between their lines
And through their eyes.
I am more
Than you and I,
The Sun and Saturn,
The Moon in my sky.
Kuwera Kethi
Sri Kuwera,
Master of treasures-
Bestower of wealth,
King of the Kannaras- the
Horse faced hidden demon,
Chief of the Yakshas,
Husband of Yaksi; the
Daughter of Danava Mura.
The leader of Punya Janas
And the deepest friend of
Sivaji, Aum
The Black Cat
Black cats fly high;
Held there on the banners
And kites of the Keith,
Alive in the hearts
Of those willing to seek.
Flown from before
Babylon first fell,
To the bronze sword of Hatti
That cut through their spell.
By that name, too
We were known to the divine,
And to Horus, the Kethi,
The first of our line.
Cherish the Black Cat
Who crosses your path,
Who lends you her eyes
In the hours of the dark.
The Magickal Life and Mystical Death of Love
Aradia, Aradia
I call thee, clear.
I’ll never leave thee,
Forever dear.
Aradia, Aradia
My sister, my mother,
My light and my darkness,
The Queen of my lovers.
Aradia, Aradia
Saturn and Moon,
One day I will join you;
That day will be soon.
Astronomy Dev-one
When stars come out
To play at night,
Perhaps some gaze
In awe, or delight.
But a fearless few
See the beginning
And the end;
The very home
From which they descend.
The path through time
That never stops
And these precious few
Have ne’er forgot;
For fear of failing
Fragile men
And their womenfolk-
Their brethren.
Biblical Migration
Upon volcanic throne
We kept the seat,
Of a mystical line,
Clear and discreet.
Men to whom
Ancient Kings would look,
To guide their minds
And read to them the books;
Of all known truths
From all the tales,
The lines of blood and
Their carts and sails.
That crossed the seas,
So black and deep
To reach these shores
With secrets to teach.
Ordo Templi Chatti
Once upon a time,
There was a place
Called now;
Observing citizenry,
Transcendental
Cows.
Orient to occident,
Tillers
Cultivating fields,
Of rice
To be
Consumed,
Of flowers
That
Cannot yield.
Other than for
The Goddess,
Cleansed
Obediently by
The heart,
Compassionate,
Overwhelming, her
Triumphant
Cosmic path.
Veritas Vincit
From silver tongue
Syllables sound,
Conceived in the heart
And born from a mouth,
That knows nothing other
Than to speak
To her;
The Goddess, our mother who
Divinely conferred,
Upon us the truth
Of dark and of light,
Of justice, of honour;
Her merciful might.
Astral Projection
A life of time
Devoted to the pursuit
Of painting
My own pictures
And writing
My own books.
Embracing the immaterial,
The construction of follies.
The sublime and the ridiculous;
Irreverent jollies.
Mastering magick;
Her spells and
Her illusions, this
Mistress and mother,
Dispeller of delusion.
Ejaculation of heart –
Conception of thought,
Birth of ideas that
Cannot be bought.
Or sold out, aloud
To the highest bidder,
With neither shame
Nor sorrow,
Left to consider.
Honour bound to life
And death, awaiting;
With those featherweight scales
Of arbitration.
Dravidia Sumer
Ombi-in Isaiba Amar Sootiya
Ombi-in Isaiba Amar Sootiya
Ombi-in Isaiba Amar Sootiya
HindooBodh
Om Tara tu tare ture Svaha
Om Tara tu tare ture Svaha
Om Tara tu tare ture Svaha
Oranges and Lemons
As I look to thee
My golden friend, who
Lights and warms
The brethren;
My sisters and brothers
Born of a billion wombs,
And yet, from their one
Single mother
Has emerged you, too.
Like the sweetest orange
That one could buy,
Plucked from the tallest tree,
Nearest to the sky,
A tropical taste to sparkle
In the hearts;
Over lands and seas
Before surrendering
To the dark.
And to you, my love
Who waxes and wanes,
The Goddess of our night,
Who cannot cease
To change;
New through full,
Dark to light-
The immaterial,
Second sight.
The bitter sweetness
Of after dark,
When our trusted eyes
Begin to fail us
And the shadows
Hide the paths,
That we know, oh so well
In the clear light of day
When the lemons
In the trees
Are as yellow
As the hay.
Oranges and lemons,
Days and nights;
Your ritual cycle
Of glare and sight.
I call upon you both,
Appeal to your wills,
Let me abandon the eyes,
The material and frills.
Allow me to see
That the wisdom I have found
Can make emerge balance;
As light is with sound.
Lost and Found
If indeed, one day you find,
The path you once knew
To be true and kind,
Was neither friend
Nor trusted guide,
Take no more steps
And close your eyes,
Find your feet
And realise, that
The future as yet
Has yet to be wrote
And the trail you take
Will be the one you broke.
Self Acknowledgement
Live your life,
And live it
To death.
Light your world
With your life
Itself.
Be the fire and
Be the water.
Be the soil and
Be the ether.
Know your mind
And love your heart,
From blood and tear
Accept to part.
Be the pain and
Be the pleasure,
Be the Terton and
Be the treasure.
Senseless
Born into bodies
With eyes and ears;
A tongue to taste
The air
And the passage
Of the years.
With fingertips
To feel and touch
The hearts and minds
Of others,
Who otherwise
Are nothing
But dead bodies
Hiding under covers.
Mausam of the Mind
My thoughts collide
Like collecting clouds,
Their metamorphic movements
Occurring without sound.
Merging as they migrate
In and out of one another;
Mutating in the mind
And unfurling like a flower.
Occasionally they are dark,
But mostly they are fair,
Altered only by illumination
Filtering through the air.
Emerging out of nothing
To occupy infinite spaces
Depicting all the lives lived;
Their sad and happy faces.
Food for Thought and Flies
Sometimes the heart
Jumps with fright
And we close our eyes
To shut out the sight,
Of all the issues
We dare not address
And all the things
We ought to confess-
At least to ourselves,
If not to others;
Priests and Gods,
Fathers and mothers.
Lest we forget
That if we stare
With open eyes,
Frank and fair,
At any problem
In any disguise,
We shall fear nothing,
Not even the flies.
That will enjoy to feast
On this body
And this brain,
And will thus remove
The evidence
Of your name.
Karma Catchers
The killers they killed,
The careless they caught,
Chained fast for shipping
To Virginia to be bought.
The clean of soul
And quick of foot
Survived to hide
Between bothy and brook.
To live to die
Another day
In peace we pray
But who can say.
For time and tide
Are dark and low
And what is reaped
Is beforehand sowed.
Face the facts
Of lives of death,
Duty bound
With every breath.
As the cat must purr
And the stag must bellow,
Stars will fill the heavens
And the moon forever yellow.
Truth conquers. And
Light will shine
On man and beast
In this darkest time.
For the Birds
The bird that sings
To bring one
Out of sleep;
So vast and vivid,
Complex and deep,
Is the guardian
Of this day-
My conscious world,
The material life
Immaterially absurd.
From then ‘Til Now
Imagine, an outburst
Of consciousness!
Like magic,
Alive and spontaneous.
Like a chimpanzee being
Hit, by lightening
From above;
It now understands
Compassion and Love.
The first of our kind;
Parents, Adam and Eve,
Who ushered in an age
That now
Seems hard to conceive.
The age of temptation,
For that’s why we’re here-
To realise that our desires
Are all built on fears.
Then came the Sons,
Named and numbered,
Long lived, like the Rishis
And as unencumbered.
With duties to teach
And to guide and to see
The future unfold
To give a chance
To see.
None of them did,
And so it rained
And rained, and drowned
The sorrows of those
Who’d pained, and
Had stolen the sun
From the hearts of men
Who were intended to be
Brothers, sisters, friends.
Then came the chance,
The Arc and salvation,
But again they failed
In their obligation.
And so they built a tower
To look God
In the eye;
One so tall
That it pierced the sky.
And deafened so the ears
Of the heavens above,
That they were cursed
With a gift of languages-
And all that that does;
Communication breakdowns,
Arguments and divorce,
Familiar families fracture
With neither memory nor remorse.
From which sprung
The civilisations
That we were taught to know;
Sumer and Babylon,
Greece and Rome.
All would rise
And all would fall
By the wayside of our history,
Rewritten to enthral.
The laws of Manu, Moses et al,
Were manipulated without mercy
And mocked by the mob,
Until neither who was who
And from where they came,
Was known to themselves
Nor to the scribes with name.
Who rewrote verses to blind the eye
Of searching souls like you and I.
And to distract us
From the reality
Of why we are here?
To pass this time –
That may well be years.
To take the chance
And to see that our mind
Has been in our heart
All of this time.
Insignificance
May her blessings
Never cease to fall
From celestial systems
Where her stars enthral,
And from where our lives
Must seem, oh, so small,
If indeed they are
Worth noticing at all?
Empty Shells
Like hermit crabs
That have abandoned homes,
They wander in limbo
In their skin and bones.
All their beauty they had worn;
Is now just that empty shell,
The soul that vacated
Is as dark as hell.
Searching for answers
With this friend or that,
Gathering in groups
To meditate and chat.
Sharing collected energy,
To magnify their power
Never alone long enough
To think about ‘my’ and not ‘our’.
This ego, that is us,
Is like the roots of the tree,
Reaching and entangling,
Searching for the company
Of sustenance for life;
So determined to survive
And spread it’s genes
As if death can be defied.
Search alone, within, internally,
Look deeply without fear
At your reality;
Who you are and who you are not,
From where you came
And for what you’ve forgot.
Now look at now, and who you are-
A triumphant terton, a returning star.
My Love and the Goddess
When I dream of her
I think of you,
This light that shines,
That can illuminate views
Of darkened times
And inscrutable lies
Spewing from the mouths
Of myriad lives.
Your intuition has kept
Me safe from harm,
Secure as if blessed
To be holding your hand.
Now happy to sing
Like the lark in the sky,
Creating joy with my words
That brings tears to my eye.
Action
Strike now, strike hard
While the iron is hot.
Forge the friendships
That’ll ne’er be forgot.
Make your way
And make it straight-
Take no more time
To deliberate.
Or to compromise
On the pros and cons
Of the obvious rights
And the inevitable wrongs.
These will be there,
At any rate;
Obstacles with which
We negotiate.
Overcome with word
Or deed, to triumph
And to prosper,
Honest and free.
Resolutions
Let your last corrupted notion
Be the scabbard for your sword.
Let your next thought of love
Be the train that you will board.
May every step you take
Be sure footed and secure.
May every syllable sounded
Be audible to the pure.
Let their be Light
At particular times of certain days
There opens a window
And there we can pray,
And call to her,
Our mother above
Who blesses us with infinite love
And from whom we learnt
Of the sciences and of art
And whose gift of music
Can soothe the heart
Of men and women,
Free or sold
In this lightless time
That we call Kal Yug.
Cups and Sorcerers
Look in the eye
All that seems,
To count itself for something;
Everything, indeed.
So convinced of themselves
And all that they seed –
The house and home
And automobile,
That takes them to their tasks
All important and real.
With their plastic cards
And replication,
They suffer to enjoy the illusion
Of their fabrication.
A social deceit, keeping up
With fellow deceivers
In the race to the bottom
Beyond the reach
Of their retrievers!
Signs of Life
In spite of the air
Or of oxygen,
Indeed the breathing
That we do,
We are alive!
My friends,
As we gulp it down
Into lungs, blackened
By life’s soot.
We live on and on
Because we want it so;
Our choices write our story.
Whether or not we inhale
These gases,
This intoxication must continue.
Until the day dawns
When you can clearly see
Your cards
In the context of the others.
And you no longer need
To understand the game
Because at that point
Nothing matters.
Aiding and Abetting
Anchor yourself to death
And life’s
Anecdotes anesthetise.
Is It True?
We say a lot.
Many words.
But do we know
What we are saying?
We think a lot.
Many thoughts.
But do we know
What we are thinking?
We must learn
To connect
These gifts,
And look.
Without the need
For blinking.
Timing
Ready or not-
Here I come!
Time waits
For no man,
And neither
Does the sun.
Who passes
Timely overhead,
Traveling westward
Toward his bed.
And there he’ll sleep;
Beneath the land,
Leaving the sky
To his sister
And her
Accompanying band.
Helping Hand
When all around are resigned
To their fate,
And the world moves on regardless
At considerable pace,
And the chasm that had once
Isolated the rich ones
From the poor,
Widened before it deepened,
Condemning the masses
For evermore.
Then lest we not forget
Those times, when we
Ourselves were like a twisted line,
From which we hung so many
Heads; friends and family,
Sometimes living, sometimes dead.
Changing Names and Addresses
Time to resurrect this name,
For what it’s worth –
Aren’t they all the same?
Or maybe not,
For some are old;
Playing parts in the dramas
We have come to be told.
There from the beginning,
Before the age turned black
And men moved
To far off lands, as their cities
Were burned and sacked.
The name changed, places too,
Onward through time
Amongst the new.
Emerging names with burgeoning
Clans, surrounding sprawling villages
And bustling towns.
The ancient names will sing
From the ramparts again
And proclaim in melody
The victories of men.
The Gods and their Goddess,
Who blesses these souls
Irrespective of young or old.
Each of them now has a given name,
Affixed at birth, a lifelong frame
Of reference, a sense of belonging
To something greater,
Something worth serving.
Whether they choose to
As their lives unravel
Will be shown to the world,
Through which they travel.

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