POETRY

Threshold

HEAR the sound of falling pin on the ground;
SEE the pore of a skin from a distance;
FEEL the pea that mounds beneath the layers of cushion;
SMELL the dub of perfume on a pool;
TASTE the speck of salt on a bowl of soup... Sense...all that turns
Sense the earth and its night hour
And this piece of life in million years.
But my senses couldn't feel the slightest...
Other than what is visible or perceivable. And so if this being in me
Wrapped by a bubble of limited sphere
Then...I am but
A threshold in this universe... Just what more can it be
If I put all answers to all questions
It could have taken my life a thick book of answers...
Till end, my life will...
but questions will not.
And if there is this greatest truth
Then what I know is not even
A piece of sand on a shore...
In this world with no end
Numbers approach no 'zillion'...
But infinity... Just why this life is shut off
To few stupid and limited answers
while this restless soul is hungry for more truth...
And if there are further questions,
"God is the answer"...ask no more. And people search for no more
Than truth fogged by false reasons,
With a FEAR to be socially ostracized
As heretic and blasphemous,
When the only wish is to be answered
As truthfully as possible. And this world goes round and round
Day after day,
To eat just to be filled,
To drink just to be quenched,
To pray just to be secured
To study just to learn
To learn just to work
To work just to eat Until then there is no desire to end fear
To understand what is really behind this worthless being.
Why this desire to be pitiful knowing nothing
Just because of external pressures
When one could fly higher to get a wider view? This seed, invisible to the naked eye
Grows in dormant fashion
Till the day its heart pounds
Till the day its mind gives reason
Till the day its soul welcomes peace...
then peace again. How is it compared to space intervention
And the unknown life counterparts
In the other side of the universe...
It is but a piece of sand on the earth...
Just as a newborn is insignificant
to blasted toy soldiers;
Just as discrimination is nothing
To individual insanity;
Like a shadow engulfed by night,
And a spark engulfed by daylight. And so if I tried to forget the absolute threshold,
Tried to imagine a giant lens
Nowhere but in this mind...
Then I had a clear view of a life history
Made by living and being alive
Made by going on through despair and triumph,
There is this power to choose
To choose what is relevant
No matter how unbecoming it is to the PART -
PART who thinks life is already authored
PART who thinks misery is destiny
PART who is cleaned by brainwashing machines. And I tried hard to make essentials visible...
By using will...
Then the will worked
Through time and space...when and where it is limitless.
Because the will could reach anywhere-
To even places beyond reach of anyone...
And so the will worked on and on...
While the body stayed behind
To wait what its wisdom commands
Because the body is only weak and helpless...
While the mind is abstract and powerful.

And so after the long voyage...
When the light seem to glow on this rich soul
On its way home
To its body made incorruptible
By a powerful will,
No one is around
He is alone...
He is alone in space!
The space as big as he was!
The universe is his threshold...
No more details to look on because -
He himself is the detail of what was before...
He is what the senses perceived
Within details of detail;
Within piles of pile;
And within everything he sees he finds himself,
The Universe is him
Him is the universe..
And he is ONE...!