Parvati

 

Love talk Vladimir Kush
Art from vladimirkush.com

 

I walked into the fire
Before I was born again
The heat was searing
But the heart knew no pain

I knew I would return
To finish what I started
And seek you out
Worship you in turn
To be seen through mine eyes

Turning anger to love
Chaos contained
Fury tamed
Balance regained

Shiva and Shakti
Wisdom and Strength
Osiris and Isis
Birth and Rebirth

That destiny
Is a thought
A primeval energy
A dream
A priority

I am devotion
Creation
Destruction
Celebration
Your salvation

I am Parvati,
The Daughter Of the Mountain King

—Shaku Selvakumar© 2009

 

 

 

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Shanta

Back in a different time
This house built on top of a steep and winding hill.
Where the green mountain God pays homage

to his emerald river Goddess.
Coconut trees arch against blue soft cotton skies
Lush terraced paddy fields bask in the sunlight.
Jackfruits grow from the trunk of trees.
Prickly rambutans need a skilled hand.

The myna flits and flies around.
Somewhere in the distance, the monks are chanting.
Uniformly. Earnestly.

Peacefully.

śānta

After the storm

Greet today
Open heart
Open arms
Forget familiar aches
Leave behind remembered pain
The anger and sorrow
This life so fleeting
Can unfold unbearable beauty

Don’t birds sing louder
After the storm has passed
Don’t rainbows arch
Lighting up the sky
And tendrils shooting
Towards the light

This valor
The will
The celebration
Despite constant loss
Found in nature
Everyday

Morning Blossom. Painting courtesy vladimirkush.com
Morning Blossom. Painting courtesy vladimirkush.com

©Shaku Selvakumar, June 2015

Spring Leaves

I sit under the peevish breeze
Shaking the trees
Carrying the promise
of ripening figs

The sun wavers
Between gentle and bright
Reluctant to leave
To go out of sight

I bask in the light
Loathe to leave
These stolen moments
Of paradise

A bird calls in the
Distance
Repeating someone’s name
Again and again

My dog sits near me
Half alert
Half drowsy
Her breath insistent

I hear young girls
Their giggles
Faint tunes
Untainted and innocent

An airplane
Flies overhead
Scattering nature’s
Stillness

I look at the
Blue above
The swaying green around
And hold onto this frame

Soon time
Will turn and
Another day on this earth
Will gently end

— Shaku Selvakumar June 2014

Spring Delight http://vladimirkush.com
Spring Delight
http://vladimirkush.com