A Psalm of Dedication(In memory of the Christmas in Montreal, 1952)Who are T…

A Psalm of Dedication
(In memory of the Christmas in Montreal, 1952)
Who are Thou, Magnum Marvel
Hanging in the cross-bar of cruelty?
Veneration to Thee!
Does the soul of Eternal Pathos-Stalled
in the body of man
Role Defiance to Death?
A man never Thou art.
The petty strip of a loin-cloth
shies to bring Thy body bare to all eyes
But is forced to slip off Thy slim waist;
Thy arms wide apart,
Thy bellowing feet locked together,
For Thy palm and Thy soles to get
Teethed in canine hooks.
Thy sores drain Thy red hot blood.
And, what eyes are Thine!
Wide and Large azure pools,
Half-lid but flowing
The tears of mercy sublime
That roll down Thy sturdy cheeks
To mix up with Thy blood
And drench the arid bosom of Earth-with
the elixir of graceful piety.
And, here Thou art lofty- alone
Ignoring ignorance of Soul.
Thy golden curly locks
Spray the Spree of love sincere;
The crown of thorn about Thy head-Meant
to mean the message of Envy-Beams
luster of halo to clouds
As also to gloom and the glum;
And Thou stickest fast
As the scare-craft of Sin and the Devil.
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Memory hits at the glimpses old.
I get to have seen Thee before-sometime
and somewhere else.
Pray wait till I may gather up.
Well perhaps Thou are the One
That on the beginning of the world
Cupped Thy palm to hold all the venom
And drenched Thy throat blue
To deliver the gods in heaven
As also all the beings of earth
Against the puff of poison.
It is Thine to keep everything
And every being playing pure-Pure
in form and in spirit.
Certainly yes I cognize Thee.
Thou art Civa the Benevolence.
And,Did I not meet Thee once more yet
on the foot of a mighty oak
In the dense of a wood-Land hilly?
can it be a miss? Oh no.
These broad and big eyes
Shedding compassion of love
For all beings pining in penance
This pose of unstirring fortitude
of forbearing Forgiveness,
This untold agony of loving sacrifice
These cherry lips inviting
A thousand kisses of gratitude
And still tending a resolute vow-All
these were then and there-in.
There Thou satest stalled
To a humble seat of dried stalk,
As fixed as a doll divine,
And Thy lips muttering a stout oath—
I don’t fail to recollect it-This
sitting be mine Last
To soak me dry if
Knowledge unbound fling not its door
Open unto me and let me find
The means to free the soul
out of all coverings and bondage
Those eyes like the brightest stars
Glowed in the wild forlorn
Becoming the go to pilgrims fair.
Nothing can con nor whiff my ken
to find in Thee that one indeed-Buddha
Idol of Love Enlightened
☯☯☯
It’s all the grace of Thy blessings
That my memory blooms to brighten
Thy vision in full splendor of glory.
I met Thee, to be sure,
Amidst the havoc of bloody Kuruxetra.
Hero of all heroes, Thou wert
In the driver’s box of a chariot-The
chariot of mighty Arjuna
Drawn by four stallions white,
All brave, bold and proud-To
drive Thy faithful through the killing spree
To Eternal Security.
The reins of the shooting chargers
Were in Thy fists fixed;
Sanguinity roared and danced
Before Thy graceful eyes
But could by no means disturb
Thy serene, care-free comfort;
The same unbridled locks
Dangled in the wind by Thy shoulders;
The same rosy resolute lips bore
The assurance of faith unvexed.
And how much blood Thou hadest
The selfish monsters to shed to turn
The yellow sandy breast of Kuruxetra
Into a wild stretch of a ruddy mud!
The pangs of the dying ones,
The tears of widows and mothers,
The loud roars of enmity
The deep sighs of the destitute
And all these violence
Thou hadst to nook in Thy breast.
Was that, the task, too much for Thee
And, is it why Thou shiftest Thyself
To this far and far distance,
To ride the cross, and
To drain Thy noble blood in drops
In atonement for what Thou hadst to course?
Thou winst Thy Self
And dost wean the children of God
To savour truth, purity and faith.
Certainly Yes, O Magnum Marvel,
Thou art He that buggied Arjuna,
Thy brother and Thy Lamb as well,
From the foul hell to Proud Paradise
Ah! Thy Supreme Holy Excellency!
Eternal Existence
Paramount Life-Intelligence-Bliss!
Amalgam of total Beauty- Harmony- Music!
Thou art Sole Energy to spring motion forth.
And Nature is Thy modus operandi.
Salutations to Thee.
Blow the blind off the sockets of sight
And jut Thy revelation
more solemn and profound.
I, the most petty and low of Thy Lambs
Beg to pray for riddance
From the dismal abyss of falsehood—
Boastful and selfish Ignorance.
Holdst me up.
Heedest my passion’s groan,
Bathest me in faith divine
Brushest all scars of violation off
With Thy breath and Thy glance.
And foundst in my heart my soul
Long forgotten to feel.
Be it Thou pleasure to accept
– My ovation to Civa in Thee
– My tributes to Buddha in Thee
– My homage to Krishna in Thee
And be it Thy kindness superb
To turn this dolt in me
Into a fair forehead Arya,
The holy and ever
progressive friar
To the goal of selfimmolationClear, complete and perfectAgainst the slips of whom
Fore-and-aft standst Thou
Ever and for-ever.
Bhikshu Suddev
May 20, 1994; Shankar Math
Uttarkashi, India