į ʂąվ, վօմ ʂąվ, էհҽվ ʂąվ; చհօ ʂąվʂ చհąէ ?!
Prologue : Sponsoring thoughts 💭 to feel consciously spirited. A self hypnosis to ,feel and feed, oneself into synergy with all. Perhaps, as the famous physicist once said : “it’s that singularity phasing within all beings.” So here’s a “matter,” casting itself as a derivative of consciousness. Precisely, this is uniquely charted on a discursive course of a “dialogue poetry. “ A reckoning ( particularly a good one,) received , as a grace, in the eyes of posterity. This then, holds the “mind-matter,” in the realm of “non-dualistic,” philosophy! Here it comes —as a belief seeped in concoctive consanguinity ; a connection to the oneness of things. And as the grace of quantum physics calls it —to ring in an “implicate order,” in the fabric of the universe. 💫 🌟 ⭐️ Dear Reader, From me to you, and you to me ,as in, oblivious amity. These verses unexpectedly spilled …oops! Lost as a wanderer, amidst these cascading mountains 🏔️—it’s this nature’s beauty —which captured my soul. The reward for this is not in what I get from it but, what lies to become of it. Hopefully you will concede and coexist within these multiple syntaxes. Yours Truly !
You say : Provide! Provide !
I say: Most of it , I shall revile
You say : As mystic plays coming alive ?!
I say: Yes, it’s seeding with me, for quite a while
You say: headless adventure ebbed to life
I say: It’s two looking at two for many a mile —now, smile!
You say: Will you 🛑 stop by the woods, to mingle in the wild
I say: Yes, of course, pure shall be the current, banking on brooks, with “awe,” to delight !
You say : Acquainting with the clear night or will it be —gazing at the bewitching sights
I say: tied to distances, it’ll be self seeking self types
You say: signify, that which echoes, all upon your voice
I say : it’s myriadic spirit, deeply recitative, long possessed over those eyes
You say: of that hold, many deaths nor lives could never suffice
I say : a fate so chosen by thee , as though umpteen braves casted to surprise
And so, in togetherness, we pace forward and gladly march aright
As the Prayer in Pen for the Ink 🖋️to spray pennants aside ..
I say: In tones of varied movements, as harmony —does —play —it’s part to take its stride
You say: There's reverence ordained in this mysterious art that so alights
Etching fervors, from this hand, to thy heart, all as crimson flowing brilliantly bright
I say: onto themes which ascend into immortality to never hide
None more’ than ever, it’s a cartographer’s darting delight
You say : Since then nor any after, —unto perpetuity, one ☝️ shall flow, ever after, alright
I say: yes, that soul to travel beyond, farther and farther, in its stride
You say : Not so much as in a distance, it shall , now, be, silvering in gold, compacting —-here after, by and by
I say: Yes, as the author of our being—rises, carrying ominous hums afar, hereby
They say: Concealing, quite unseen, yet quite distinct, to be surpassed, much after, day and night
Goodbye 👋
Epilogue :
Oh! Such is the grace as in a penchant ponder, I applause and pause
Though, even if to pastures all ineffable norms have gone to pass
This is a "Reverence" casted in pen that took me to Wonders of Worship ...
It casts yet it coats the spirit,
For the spirit of the almighty spreads across —one and all
——© Madhu Goteti
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About the Creator
Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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