The inner silence
Is a fickle Overlord
Creator of all things
Yet so shy and retiring
So soft and still
Yet gentle and caring
That all motion,
Circumperambulation
Seems crude, uncouth
Almost an effront
Indeed, truly, a mockery
Of the infinite grace
That bestows me limbs and vigor
And I, oh so gross so ingrate
Cannot abide in this vast stillness
That suffuses and invades all
Carries and pervades all
For any longer than a mere breath
Which too, it breathes in me
Even this brick wall
That I sit facing
Has more respect in its erect repose
Than I in myriad genuflections
So I sit with bowed head
A grotesque monstrosity
A shameful caricature
Of that perfect perfection
That manifests through me
Arjuna,
Lift thy mighty gandeev
And shower your arrows upon me
Destroy all that is vain and dross and ugly
Pierce these eyes
That seek form outside
Destroy sight forever, return it inside
Yudhisthira,
Blow thy conch anantavijaya
Implode my eardrums
That reverberate to the cantankerous world
Let the inner silence be all,
Let it deafen the world outside
Eklavya,
Sew my lips shut
That no word escapes
Corrupting my innermost truth
In the silent cave of the heart
Expressed, no longer the Absolute Truth
Bheem,
Lift your mighty vrigodharan
Flatten this intellect with thy incessant blows
Rip apart the ego like you did Jarasandha
That only the ineffable self remains
Krishna,
I am now ready
Reveal thy divine beauty