Haiku
Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry in which one expresses one’s thoughts in a brief form of three lines….consisting of a five syllable line followed by seven syllable line, and the last is also a five syllable line….
1.You color my life
A bright magenta shade now
Eternal in love.
2. Enter my heart now
You azure reflection of
God's infinite love.
3. I peep at the world
To find a sheltered corner
Of infinite love.
4. Ripples on the lake
Move on and flow concentric
Reflecting your love.
COME EMMANUEL NOW
Come Emmanuel – now
Lift the curtain of darkness,
Remove the shadow of hate.
Come Nazarene – again,
To guide once more out feet
On the path of peace and love.
Return Lamb of God
As the light that shines in the darkness,
The voice crying in the wilderness.
Return this millennium
To dispel the darkness of hate,
To wipe away the pain,
To silence the booming guns,
To disperse the clouds of war.
Yuletide’s here,
Return Emmanuel as Krishna,
Return as Allah,
Return to save the world now.
Kerala is a land of temples and one of the best known temples is Sabarimala, high up in the Sahyadri Mountains (Western Ghats). Sabarimala Sri Dharmasastha Temple is the most famous and prominent among all the Sastha Temples. It is believed that "Parasurama Maharshi" who retrieved Kerala from the sea by throwing his axe, installed the idol of Ayyappa at Sabarimala to worship Lord Ayyappa
Certain customs are to be strictly observed if one has to undertake a pilgrimage to Sabarimala. A pilgrim attending the Mandalapooja should observe austerities for 41 days. During this period, the pilgrim should abstain himself from non- vegetarian habits and carnal pleasures.
Pilgrims set out in groups under a leader, and each carry a cloth bundle called Irumudi kettu containing traditional offerings. Unlike certain Hindu temples, Sabarimala temple has no restrictions of caste or creed. The temple is open to males of all age groups and to women who have either passed their fertility age and those before reaching the stage of puberty.
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Death is looked upon as the final leveler.....it brings to dust all that is dear in life. But I believe there is no death, only a brief parting of ways. Matter is never destroyed and we return in a different form to enjoy this drama called life. We are all Nature's sleepwalkers, a speck in time's ocean....travelling through the millenia trapped in time's grasp, awaiting final liberation.
Nature's Sleepwalker
(To Sharon McElroy)
I saw my soul, nature's sleepwalker,
A traveler in time, a top spun by eternity,
Sweep the aeons, a speck in time's ocean,
I saw it lie inert, slumbering in stone,
Holding nature's dream, the ethereal melody
Lying in the womb of creation.
It awoke to the orchestra of the stars,
Vibrated to the cosmic beats.
The journey in time had begun
I traveled through the aeons....
Sometimes the radiant red desert flower,
Sometimes the fire in the tiger's eye,
Sometimes in the heart of a gentle giant,
Sometimes the sensuous Egyptian slavegirl,
I have traveled through millennia,
From flesh to flesh I have gone
In search of my spirit lying
Helpless in mortality's grasp.
Shobha Nayar Pandit
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