Triveni Journal
1927 | 11,233,916 words
Triveni is a journal dedicated to ancient Indian culture, history, philosophy, art, spirituality, music and all sorts of literature. Triveni was founded at Madras in 1927 and since that time various authors have donated their creativity in the form of articles, covering many aspects of public life....
TYAGA
O vanished Face beyond the reach-of thought!
Beauty the soul must love ere eyes can view!–
Shed lustre once again: have I not through
Forgetfulness of human faces sought,
Year on dark year, Thy memory divine?
The old alchemic touch of peace renew:
Within my meditations blinded hue
Thy aureate immortality enshrine!
Craving, O Vast, no lesser radiance,
I bare of all change-garb my reverie–
Pine-odorous sway, cloud-richnesses that rove,
Oceanic rapture’s royal resonance!
Shall not my tranced sacrificial love,
Stripped of the universe, grow one with Thee?
MUKTI
What deep dishonour that the soul should have
Its passion moulded by a moon of change
And all its massive purpose be a wave
Ruled by time’s gilded glamours that estrange
Being from its true goal of motionless
Eternity ecstatic and alone,
Poised in calm plenitudes of consciousness–
A sea unheard where spume nor spray is blown!
Be still, oceanic heart, withdraw thy sense
From fickle lure of outward fulgencies.
Clasp not in vain the myriad earth to appease
The hunger of thy God-profundities:
Not there but in self-rapturous suspense
Of all desire is thy omnipotence!
Why need I fear to merge in Him my heart?
Although the magic message of the moon
Be lost within Him, nor the starry rune
Nor day’s rich rhapsody have counterpart,
He is no solitary blinded swoon
Of infinite forgetfulness, a void
Where every throb of colour is destroyed
For those who with His potence dare commune.
If not a star can ope its glimmering eye
And moon-rays wither and the sun grows black
When He absorbs the soul it is not lack
Of light in Him; but all this splendoured sky
Fades to a phantom shrivelled, shadowy,
Before the conflagration of His ecstasy!
AVATAR
"Who knows the travail of my earthward vow
The self-subdued descension of my powers
For thee, O man!–my daily death that dowers
Life with immortal relish? Richly now
The rooted trance of my perfection flowers
Into strange-glowing rapturous agony
Of sacrificial fruit yearning to be
Plucked by the hungry hands of mortal hours!
Infinity was mine: enhaloed bliss:
Vistas of timeless truth! And yet I bore
In my heart’s pinnacled ecstatic core
A dream to join thy soul from the abyss.
Behold, at last I come thy love to gain–
Eternal music wearing lips of pain!"