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Last updated: 08/28/2007 10:04 PM
Untitled!


He thought he knew by instinct all of them
Buddha, Sankara, Marx, Gandhi, Einstein..................
Saw this art of discrimination to the source,
And the synthesis of all the known to the end;

He thought wisdom natural,
Lurking behind ideas and opinions
striving for the unnatural goals set up by none.


He knew things wouldn't be so difficult
To see, to feel, to travel with..........................
But then..........few woke up early morning.

He was face to face with the endless dialogue outside,
Inside the noise rich and greedy,
Eating up every lucid line,
Every handsome stroke of brush;
And now......no one ventures to sing;


He knew he was not wrong in saying:
No one feels the dinosaur's bulk
Standing on this mountain of sand;
Knowledge, Like castles, are built for kings to rule!
Words have rendered meaningless more things than they described !

He knew the power of twilight,
Now spreading from the west,
Saw the descent of despair sweeping the east,
And knew...........how natural to feel scared of the night!


He thought it great to be an ancestor.........
Singing one lucid note with the monsoon wind,
Before the pond is full;

And now........frogs have taken over!


He thought it most fortunate
The printing press not invented........
Colours could be made from leaves and seeds,
So many pictures would be drawn by hand!


He thought it wonderful
That trees were three dimensional
So are the clouds in motion............
Aha! ........Now even the drawing should stop awhile,
It is not yet dark!


He thought it cruelly sad
The bomb described in symbols more fantastic than for seed!
The rocket more fantastic than bird!
The seed was sown as seasons came..........
The bird flew the way it came..............
Quiet bundles of awareness,  suchness indeed!

 

In the mustard seed garden manual of painting,
Wind in the bamboo is drawn with only essential strokes;
He knew what it was to see the essential,
What it was to make the diamond cut;
Sand hardened into stones of charm and desire  cleaves clean......
The essential of the knife meets the essential of the stone.......
What a beautiful way to discover !


When he was told that discussion was endless,
It is plain, he said:
Confusion is ruling plenty,
Categories from within mixed up with those from without !
The thinkers are honorable men,
Only mindless to the essential!


He told me countless time:
Stories and pictures can be short and sweet,
If only......if only they were drawn countless times in the mind's eye;
Characters grow fewer in number,
Relations grow perfect,
The world is small indeed !-
When things are being conveyed.           


He was sad...............
Too much needs to be said to be heard.
But was sure.............
Beneath all the distractions outside,
There was the still wait for the essential voice,
That comes never very often!


Oh !..................
It is not difficult to see,
Why my friend went 'mad'.................
Not once, you remember,
He was trying riding free in the open........
The wind was too heady, the vehicle noisy,
He was seeing more clearly,
When things were not presented clearly!
Life like the immediate past was pressing to be hasty.
It was crying aloud:
I am still aware...........
Of the winds of change that will blow;
the civilzation that'll grow,
Aware like a crystal ball !

                    .....................
                                                                      KK SURENDRAN.

                                        

 

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