Hi, I'm Mahesh Ramakrishnan 👋

---

How to Invoke a Deity the Vedic Way

Go where human taint has not disfigured things. Bare foot, let clay and soil and water of the earth dress your feet.

Dig fingers deep into earth, draw out a clump of sand flesh, this will be the body of Him.

Mould sand flesh into a shape of your aspiration. What this will be will be guided from within.

Whether sage bare, or winged horses, or many armed hero, or many minded priest, or reclining God, or playful herd-boy…what it will be shall be guided.

Sand flesh formed, now erect it on a seat.

Sit in front and gather the following — Every thought that strays, every desire self you have lent unto living and dead things, every impulse that animates your thoughts, every virtue, every vice..everything.

These gathered make of them a garland; each segment will be a thing of vileness or perversion or despicable or grand or noble or sublime or even beautiful.

This is as it should be, an offering is perfect when it is what it is.

This garland of old becomings and impulses gently lay in front of your aspiration’s shape.

Now open yourself, as bare hungry earth lays prone to a pregnant sky.

Cast away every thought and impulse that occurs, be as the first man ape who waited for a thunder wielding hero.

Wait. Wait. Wait.

You shall see that skies of self are vaster than earth.

Slowly there is a tear in the fabric of self and something trickles through.

Wide, Vast and Puissant.

This is but one limb of the Deity.

Hold on to it.

From mere sand flesh a bigger self has been born and thou art the mid-wife of it.

---

Originally published at kalisbrood.com on May 11, 2012. Picture courtesy Auromere.

---

O Unfathomable

Poem — An Invocation to The Master #51

A strange Divine hath my heart chosen
Who forever upends my seeking prayer,
For all fruits I yield suffer inversion,
In seeking heaven I earned new mire!

Knowledge I sought to dazzle men,
Pursued tomes with zest and vigour,
Yet each page turned left me barren,
My mind stands like a hermit bare.

Speech I sought to dispense wisdom,
Words like deities to confer meaning,
Yet tongue is possessed by a mood glum
For a will hath barred all its voicing.

Power I sought for lasting deeds,
Deeds that outlast a human span,
Yet I grow into subtler incapacities,
I become all the debilitations of man.

Love I sought, the heady brew
That intoxicates heart with nectar,
Its fire so constant, its fire so true
Now mourns each felled desire.

What purpose for Thee my barren shell,
Only Thou doth know, O Will unfathomable!