The Call of the Wild!

The Call of the Wild!

Deep from within it speaks,
Every time without fail,
Heard or unheard,
To the braves' and the meeks',
Liseneth art those,
With patience and courage,
To the call of the wild!

Untamed and uncut,
Rough and tough,
Every nook and corner,
Knows thou it,
Merciless, brutal, 
Yet kind and compassionate,
Speaketh thou art,
The call of the wild!

Stripped off all identities,
Kicked out from every boundary,
Thrown apart from every entanglement,
Severed from everything,
Alone, in the dazzling darkness,
Cold, shivered, dazzled,
Beyond every amazement,
Cutting through every thought,
Beyond every humanly possible thought,
Silently heard,
The call of the wild!

Heareth only by the Listeneth,
Perceiveth only by the Unperceivable,
Beyond the inner Aurora Borealis,
Unperturbed, stilled, silent beyond the silence,
Still beyond the stillness,
Vibrationless, motionless,
Yet communicating
Through every birth and death,
Through the life eternal, and
Through the eternal Nothingness,
The call of the wild!

 

Falling into Silence!

Falling into Silence! 

On a Sunday afternoon,
As the gentle and strong sun's rays,
piercing through the passion flower vine,
Along with the buzz of bumble bee,
It entered gently and fiercely,
Emptied everything -
Silence, thou art conquered!

From the motion of thoughts,
From the movements of body,
From the movements of
plants and vines around,
It has thrown asunder everything -
Silence, thou art conquered!

What existed, no longer existed,
What did not seem to exist,
Everlastingly existed,
Unheard, unwarned,
It has catapulted everything -
Silence, thou art conquered!

From the realms of identities,
From the realms of meingness,
into the realms of beingness,
into the realms of Nothingness,
Unquestioned, unanswered,
Not caring for the world,
Caring only to Eternity,
It entered softly, gently,
Unrecognized by any - 
Silence, thou art conquered!