The Goddess of Night
She descends, in her dark beauty
When her fair sister departs
To pull a thick veil over men
And their actions of that day.
She cools, verily, she soothes,
She covers her children
With an invisible cloak
To make babies out of men.
She renews her rooted children
As their leaves close one by one
While some of them shut down
To refresh and to give again.
She watches over those
Who settle after a hard day
Of flying high, hither- thither
Of feeding wide open mouths.
She soothes those beings who
Tuck their weary tails under
Their tired furry bodies
As they settle in her silent wonder.
She guides them, the night prowlers
Those who stir only when she arrives
Their gem -like eyes all aglow
The beings who’d hunt until sunrise .
She smiles and soothes them
Those of her easier children
Who live by instinct alone and
Walks over to her other children.
The rag picker looks around
Finds a clean enough space
The best he could, where he stays
Lies down and peers at her face.
She strokes his aching head
And murmurs words of love
Smiles he through his pain and dirt
And settles with his sky - roof above.
The empire builder sighs and
Broods of all, that day he faced
Oh, mother!” He cries out and
Totters over, as he is quite dazed.
She stands right beside him
Waiting to help, wanting to steady
He tries to drown his anxiety
In a glass of golden brown pity.
She shakes her head sadly
As he downs pills to fight his fear
She sighs and leaves as she knows
That he can speak, but he can’t hear.
She is everywhere when Sun goes down
In her dark depths we all drown
And go there to those other worlds
Until the next day, if one we own.
In her lap, we find some peace
To pass the next day in relative ease
Just as it happens after the big pause
Which follows the great cycle, by set laws.
In her custody, we every night drop
All those worries and doubts that
Otherwise would put a mighty stop
And drag on us like a mean rock.
We march on, in this journey
A small part of the great journey
This, we can complete and be one
With the one and only again
With her help and surely
By listening to her loving call
To sleep, to appreciate,
To connect, and to defy fate.
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written by narensomu, 2009-08-29 22:36:02
The Vedas are still around because a number of wise simple folk could hear with
humility and remember with respect.
That one has to be simple minded to be able to listen is very true, dear Partha.
The ragpicker knows he would pick more rags the next day, yet what makes him
appreciative of mother night?
The empire builder has taken on the respinsibility of so many who work for him .
He is caught is in his own success , he believes he can move the world, but sleep
is another thing altogether.
He ,as Jim suggests , may connect , he may meet a Guru [ or some adversity that
proves he isnt invincible] and he too will be able to listen to mother's call.
I happened to be travelling through largely undeveloped country-but for the
lights here and there and the headlights of vehicles , it was pitch dark.
Though we couldnt see them , we knew creatures of the night were active while
their herbivorous cousins slept.
The silence was moving and inspiring.
Regards
ns
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written by narensomu, 2009-08-29 22:25:47
Jim, Yes, that is one way of looking at it.
The Goddess is mother to all, some are able to heed her call, some are caught in their own webs like the empire builder who takes his worries to bed.
He, as you suggest in a positive note, may get help yet. And she,as a mother,also
as you say, needs him and all her other children to connect and to grow.
All we have to do is leave our concerns behind and relax in her lap.
We could sleep or meditate or simply appreciate her.
She , in her other form as dawn, would be there to meet us the next day.
Regards
ns
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written by P. Desikan, 2009-08-28 00:16:46
She sighs and leaves as she knows
That he can speak, but he can’t hear.
The Vedas are still around because a number of wise simple folk could hear with
humility and remember with respect.
Regards. Partha
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written by Jim Clark, 2009-08-27 15:04:00
if i see this right..
the goddess of night goes to the rescue of someone who is in pain also fighting his fears..
something tells me this man who is fearing something or is in pain is a great soul..
the goddess appears to go to this man in admiration..
without her he is lost..
somehow the man also has something to offer this goddess..in fact that is the reason i think the goddess of night goes to his rescue forever changing their fate..
allow me to note that the goddess of night is also made complete in her great action..
as a reveiw this is one of the best works i ever read.....*! that in fact is true...
in fact it is so well thought out it gets a message through to the reader..
thanks for the great perspective JIM
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..i am grateful for the feedback
..i never fail to learn something new
partha..
..i think the thought on our need to look on the vedas with respect or to
talk of the vedas as humble students is great insight
JIM