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Beauty and the darker Beast
Atop the mountain peak,
across the wide valley
the next peak loomed in sight,
shouldn’t that shangrila be
my destination next ?
Snow capped crest, sported
upon stark dark slopes
yielding to wide, lush green
lower slopes, that became
the fulcrum of the pyramid
shaped mountain.
Clouds hugged the neck
and shoulders, horses grazed
the lower slopes, widened
at the base, as if to shelter
the pristine river waters flowing
and reverberating the valley
with its roaring sounds !
If there was an abode of Gods,
where else could it be ?
Descending the peak and
lush greens at my end,
my new dream,
my elevated mind,
stayed up in cloud nine.
I backtracked paths, already seen,
their beauty faded, out of
the lost newness of
the then nowness.
My eager rage and passion,
overcame hurdles, even crossed
the hurtling treacherous river.
The reverberating sound was
now a deafening noise,
wasn’t I glad to leave that behind,
to heed the call of the
peaceful pristine peak.
The beautiful grazing horses
became a nuisance in my path,
annoying me with a grunting detour.
My breath huffed, puffed,
in ascending the steeper slopes
to take me higher and higher.
The clinging clouds were squeezed
by a blowing cold wind,
condensed into a wet blanket,
chilling my bones in their expression.
As I reached the snow peak,
tired and wet of my body,
my mind, oblivious of the quest,
turned dreadful and desperate, to get back to the warmth of the valley.
Get up and close to Beauty,
It seems to lose its charm.
Beauty and glamour, dazzle
sights and senses from afar,
as they capture the mind,
ending its relentless churn
and bring it to a nought.
Versa, Beauty is made elusive
by restless mind itself,
it cranks alive to partake and possess,
as even a budding thought supersedes
the mutability of Beauty.
For sustaining Beauty, the only save,
transcendence of mind to love !
ConsciousSanjay
September 2020
MysticLiving
About the author: A corporate professional turned entrepreneur, Sanjay Desai’s true passion lies in stimulating evolutionary change. Through ConsciousLeap, he seeks to trigger the spark of consciousness, using the literary and arts media to engender self-reflection and self-awareness.
Log on to https://www.theconsciousleap.com to know more about his latest endeavor and follow https://www.consciousleap.life or his latest writings. You can also follow him on
https://twitter.com/conscioussanjay
Atop the mountain peak,
across the wide valley
the next peak loomed in sight,
shouldn’t that shangrila be
my destination next ?
Snow capped crest, sported
upon stark dark slopes
yielding to wide, lush green
lower slopes, that became
the fulcrum of the pyramid
shaped mountain.
Clouds hugged the neck
and shoulders, horses grazed
the lower slopes, widened
at the base, as if to shelter
the pristine river waters flowing
and reverberating the valley
with its roaring sounds !
If there was an abode of Gods,
where else could it be ?
Descending the peak and
lush greens at my end,
my new dream,
my elevated mind,
stayed up in cloud nine.
I backtracked paths, already seen,
their beauty faded, out of
the lost newness of
the then nowness.
My eager rage and passion,
overcame hurdles, even crossed
the hurtling treacherous river.
The reverberating sound was
now a deafening noise,
wasn’t I glad to leave that behind,
to heed the call of the
peaceful pristine peak.
The beautiful grazing horses
became a nuisance in my path,
annoying me with a grunting detour.
My breath huffed, puffed,
in ascending the steeper slopes
to take me higher and higher.
The clinging clouds were squeezed
by a blowing cold wind,
condensed into a wet blanket,
chilling my bones in their expression.
As I reached the snow peak,
tired and wet of my body,
my mind, oblivious of the quest,
turned dreadful and desperate, to get back to the warmth of the valley.
Get up and close to Beauty,
It seems to lose its charm.
Beauty and glamour, dazzle
sights and senses from afar,
as they capture the mind,
ending its relentless churn
and bring it to a nought.
Versa, Beauty is made elusive
by restless mind itself,
it cranks alive to partake and possess,
as even a budding thought supersedes
the mutability of Beauty.
For sustaining Beauty, the only save,
transcendence of mind to love !
ConsciousSanjay
September 2020
MysticLiving
About the author: A corporate professional turned entrepreneur, Sanjay Desai’s true passion lies in stimulating evolutionary change. Through ConsciousLeap, he seeks to trigger the spark of consciousness, using the literary and arts media to engender self-reflection and self-awareness.
Log on to https://www.theconsciousleap.com to know more about his latest endeavor and follow https://www.consciousleap.life or his latest writings. You can also follow him on
https://twitter.com/conscioussanjay
