Driving Poets Mad . By . Kavindra Rishi aka Jeffrey Armstrong aka Jamadagneya das . O Sarasvati Devi with rivulets of hair flowing down, Your graceful shoulders, in waves across Your sparkling gown, You are the talent displayed by those who gain renown. . O Mistress of the Mind, Your subtle lips compose – The music, dance and poetry, the timeless prose And You are the wisdom every would-be wise man thinks he knows. . The images that painters splash across their canvas white, Is only You in various moods, dreaming in the night, You at bath or with Your friends, sporting with delight. . O Vag Devi, Your playful tongue is an endless mystery to watch, You are the magic words we speak or sing, the alphabet of Vach, Is fragments of Your mystery descending here so we can touch – . Manasvini You play Your vina with fingertips whose touch sublime, Drives poets mad, compelling them to sketch Your form in bashful trembling rhymes, And You are the rhythm, the subtle beat that unfolds the plot in time. . O Vani, Your vibrations reach inside the darkened caves in which we dwell, Enchanting us to seek the light and drink from wisdom’s sacred well, You are the voice within whose whispers lead us with their enchanting spell, . To Paradise, You are the portal, the gate who leads us to be free, To realms of transcendental love that last for eternity, O, Guru, Goddess, gorgeous consort of Brahma, O blessed Sarasvati. . Copyright 2014 Jeffrey Armstrong All Rights Reserved .
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 08:00:54 +0000