Cave
Poem — An Invocation to The Master #8
Published on May 5, 2021
Cave
Poem — An Invocation to The Master #8
My cup is parched, long emptied
Of meaningful intent, of will it is vacant
And the force of life is all atrophied
Seized by limbs of a sloth virulent.
Am exiled to dwell in the body’s cave,
A think tenuous line of mind only is
The remaining veil covering body’s shame
Against all the emerging inadequacies.
Come O Flame into this cave of dreams,
Flood the spaces with Thy radiant streams.
Related Posts
Radiant Ode
Tags: Sringara, Vira, Bibhatsa, Adbhuta, radiant, ode, body, hide, earth, nature, spirituality
Fire-Bird
Tags: Sringara, Vira, Bibhatsa, Adbhuta, fire, bird, body, nature, spirituality
Three Perfections
Tags: Sringara, Karuna, Vira, Bibhatsa, Adbhuta, perfect, chiefly, perfection, body, shape, spirituality, death