MANDALA

movement along the road
alternations of light & dark
                                                               (at infinity
                                                                space & time
                                                                merge into one)

the current flows on:
foam flashing in the stream
                                                               (unity & diversity
                                                                are merely
                                                                studies in perspective)

the galaxy whirls:
hurling fiery stars into
           the night
                                                              (eternity is the wilderness
                                                               we wander)

                           and the leaves
                           in their season
                           flutter to the ground

yet love is a rainbow
                             and life a  symphony
                                                 and joy a simple kind of ecstasy:

                                                           the bud bursts through
                                                           the ground
                                                           with spring's
                                                           soft violence

                                                           swells
                                                           in summer's
                                                           voluptuousness

                                                           explodes
                                                           in autumn's
                                                           opulence

                                                           flows back to the roots
                                                           of winter's
                                                           solitude

the wanderer in the same motion that he wanders outward
is, of course, homeward bound

 

With gratitude to Harindranath Chattopadhyaya.