Patanjali
The discerning scientist of the Psyche
The harmonising healer of the Body
Demystifying the cryptic chimes of Nadam
Delicately renders the pristine Vak
As sutras that synthesise experience
Every utterance, a kernel bomb of truth
Unaesthetic in taste, mathematical in measure
He engulfs me who is haunted..
By the vrittis of the Chitta
Awed at the capacities of the Buddhi
Aware of the operations of my Ahamkara
And curious to go beyond the Manas
You, The Thousand headed Adishesha
Who delicately holds
Within the intricate fabric
Of Kala( Space-time)
Emerge amidst my mind numbing bends
With firm compassion,
You reveal the harsh truth
Of Ignorance
That completely blinds Me
To my binding in Existence…
Your ruthless incisive sword
Makes me see
The machinations of mind
Your glorious white conch
Moves me to listen
To the rhythms within heart.
Your sparkling Sudarshana
Bedazzles me to embrace
The delightfully deadly play of Creation
Broken by the hubris of my ignorance
I arrive, by bowing my head down to thee
Awakening to “All life is yoga”
As Life existing in yoga
Tearfully dissolving myself
Within the force of
Now, yoga.
