Dawn

Dawn

It was a great time to wake
Barely 5 a.m and I was up
The air was cool and skies stood still and dark as I shivered on the verandah...

As I watched and listened in a drowsy haze
Vision clarified and the morning was gathered into my senses...

The birds  yet to begin their chirping...
Light yet to feather the horrizon
With hope
The Sun yet to father a new day
On Earth's receptive soil.

A stillness pervaded except the sonorous sounds of prayers at some faraway mosque
Exquisite repentance and lamentations of sins to Allah
In a great surrender.

The universe seemed to resound in a turmoil of grief at  so much evil...
Calmed only by tremulous submission. ..

Every relegion so brave in the surrender to piety
composure in the face of grievous injustice...

Something .....something there to learn from all of this...
A grace to  be garnered to  the  rosary of experience

In the thistle crown of misery worn bravely lies a glorious
Wreath of victory over every abomination done...
No monstrosity beyond our forgiveness
Or His

Not by mouthing cants or words of repentance
Nor by blind submission
But a wilful  belief in his greater Glory
By which we are cleansed and absolved....
To realize
Our lives are for Evermore.

Beyond this mutilating yet mitigating darkness and above all dawns...

There lies only Truth.....such a dazzling brilliant
ONE....
No  one can refute or  prove 
And each must come to it
In his  own little boat
Rowed accross the river of
Time

My mind heard a Gayatri Mantra
And my eyes saw a great cross spanning the sky with lucent stars
And slowly it whirred and swung to encompass horrizons
Darkness emanated from each angular arm and contained and controlled...as
It spun.

I think the sky was a breaking breathing light. ...
and the sun was a laughing Buddha of merriment
At the night
And
The  tears glistening in my eyes.

I heard then 
At that very instant of space through time
The moment my flying flimsy spaceship pierced the veil
and pieced together the mystery
The Peace of all peace

A minded whisper audible over the ionosphere
chanting hymns of praise to the Sun God
Extolling eternal destruction of evil...
Burning the Beast of Sin through Brilliance

The Language of all religions....
Are only codes
To release the syntax of their cipher to our soul...

That which was...
The Dawn of existence
Shall meet it at 
Dusk...
And there'll be...

No pain.
No sorrow.
No shame.
Sin the mistake erased.
The painting made beautiful
In peaceful tranquility
Every color of the prism
Revealed
And merging in
Love's white hot Brilliance.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014