“Yet another zoo! What could be new?”
I walked past grinning camels, munching goats
Contemplative cows and sleepy wild cats when
I stopped in my tracks, drawn by his intense gaze.
He sat alone in his miserable eight by eight
His dark, round eyes shining very bright.
Oh, The falcon! I mused. What a mighty bird!
A king among ordinary others! A picture of pride!
But here in this zoo, just another prisoner!
A mere shadow of his real, shining self!
Does he remember where he belongs?
His home, the endless vast skies and the beyond?
“Do you remember where you really belong?
Ever wonder if something was wrong?”
The calm voice wasn’t heard by ears
But reached within somehow, it did.
The question stabbed at the core of my being
He was right and that struck, again and again.
“Yes, I am a prisoner; you’re a prisoner too
To each, his own cage, for now, that's true!”
So sang the feathery sage, sitting on his perch
His mirthful eyes holding my shocked gaze
Who’d think falcons could laugh and sing
Much less talk about such deep things?
“It’s easy to forget that this isn’t our place
But, forget not, hold the home thoughts close.
This cage isn’t mine, that cage isn’t yours either
Yet, we live and love not aware of anything better.
Take some time off from the surrounding chatter
The home would draw close once you clear the clutter.
The cage stifles, yes, but the cage teaches too
Used wisely, it’d take you where you want to go.
Learn what you can and never forget to remember
That you belong not here, not in any cage, but elsewhere.
Goodbye my friend! And remember! Always remember!”
Said the falcon-sage and closed his dark, round eyes.
I gathered my unused camera and walked on feeling light
The evening sun watching me, his orange self very bright.
The day folded up, but the spirit within wouldn’t
Another teacher found in the journey that’s homeward bound.
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written by narensomu, 2010-02-13 21:15:06
Dear Dr Kartha
Sorry about the late reply.
Thankyou for the kind words.
Thanks for the quote from your earlier article.Yes, the yearning seems in built too-we need constant reminders that we are
supposed to yearn and work for liberation.
Warm regards
ns
Sorry about the late reply.
Thankyou for the kind words.
Thanks for the quote from your earlier article.Yes, the yearning seems in built too-we need constant reminders that we are
supposed to yearn and work for liberation.
Warm regards
ns
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written by partha, 2010-02-10 23:32:21
Great ideas, dear Narensomu, in lines which as usual flow freely and please.
Indeed every fellow prisoner is a teacher, if only our hands and hearts are extended.
And it takes a poet-physicist to appreciate your thoughts and describe the actual path beyond, to reach home.
The cosmic membrane would seem to be a grand concept embracing a fourth spatial dimension
and perhaps explaining inconsistencies among existing space energy time relationships.
Can I ask Dr K to explain it in lay terms to us?
Warm regards. Partha
Indeed every fellow prisoner is a teacher, if only our hands and hearts are extended.
And it takes a poet-physicist to appreciate your thoughts and describe the actual path beyond, to reach home.
The cosmic membrane would seem to be a grand concept embracing a fourth spatial dimension
and perhaps explaining inconsistencies among existing space energy time relationships.
Can I ask Dr K to explain it in lay terms to us?
Warm regards. Partha
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written by kartha_pes, 2010-02-10 01:39:03
Dear Narensomu
That was a lovely and uplifting poem.
When I read this line
I couldn’t resist quoting from one of earlier pieces. That is,
That is my home, my eternal home!
I enjoyed it to the hilt. Thank you for this great offering!
Kartha
That was a lovely and uplifting poem.
When I read this line
Another teacher found in the journey that’s homeward bound.
I couldn’t resist quoting from one of earlier pieces. That is,
I wish to break this cage of flesh, blood & bone and getaway!
Body is my jail, makes me a slave; a vassal for its thankless upkeep!
I wish to reach out into the ocean of space, the cosmic membrane;
The unfathomable, expansive, eternal space of veiled secrets!
That is my home, my eternal home!
I enjoyed it to the hilt. Thank you for this great offering!
Kartha
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Thankyou for the encouragement.
Sorry about the late reply.
Thanks also for bringing my attention to Dr Kartha's usage of the word "cosmic membrane."I had not thought of it from that angle and I wouldnt have if it hadnt been pointed out.
Yes, that's true, inside every fellow prisoner is a teacher, its easy to forget that fact most times.
Warm regards
ns