Countless Pieces of Hate [Free Verse]

Countless pieces of hate
Tumble through our days,
Clogging up our Flow --

Tiny bites of thought
Pit us against
Imagined adversaries...

But aren't all adversaries
Imagined adversaries?

Those who act badly against us
Are only adversaries
If we slide them into that
Mental basket.

Biblical Skies [Free Verse]

I can see the Bible stories 
writ in these skies
as I pass through
ancient parts.

Slant shafts of light spill
through the clouds,
angling toward some
blessed soul.

I can see distant clouds --
fringed in curls --
as if painted upon
a cathedral ceiling.

Clouds that display the depth
of an artist's skill and
eye for perspective,
but not true depth.
(They seem too distant for that;
they're too real to be real.)

And I look up again out of the window
and am blinded by light
that has pierced thick clouds,
and I wonder whether anyone is
seeing this light shaft bless me.

“Beginning My Studies” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

Beginning my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness -- these forms -- the power of motion,
The least insect or animal -- the senses -- eyesight -- love;
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish'd to go, any further,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in ecstatic songs.

Unity [Free Verse]

Cogs without machines
Don't roll far.

And when they've settled,
They have no movement.
They are all existence,
And no process.
Their worldlines have
Flatlined.
They have no experience,
(And bliss lies in the
Experience of experience.)
They have only a longing
For non-existence...

Or to be reinstalled.

Harmony [Free Verse]

Tap the resonance
And vibrate at the rate
Of those eternal emanations --
The thrumming under-pulse
Of the Universe.

The ripples that can't be heard
Or felt haptically,
But must be tuned into
To feel, otherwise.

Downshift what is you --
Put your Self into idle.

Don't panic
As you start to slide --
Frictionlessly,
A lack of friction that's
Unfamiliar & Uncomfortable,

But which will be the way
One's worldline plays out --
Effortlessly -- to the end.

BOOKS: “How to Love in Sanskrit” Trans. by Anusha Rao & Suhas Mahesh

How to Love in SanskritHow to Love in Sanskrit by Anusha Rao
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

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As one can tell from the title and cover, this is an anthology of poems translated from Sanskrit to English on the subject of love, relationships, and eroticism. The source poems come from a diverse collection of writings.

The translators made an editorial / translation decision to place the translations in a modern context. By that I mean that the poems, most of which were written hundreds of years ago, have references to cell phones and dating apps, as well as many colloquialisms and expressions du jour. Some readers will love how this makes it readable and relatable in the present-day. Others will find that it distracts and takes one out of the experience of reading classical literature. I’m not saying the decision is good or bad, but it is something of which a potential reader should be aware. The only critical comment I have on the matter is that, if you should be reading the book ten years from now, there will likely be both language and technical references that have not aged well, and which you will probably have to go to your AI historian to figure out. (Some expressions are cliched now.)

I did enjoy how much ground the collection covered. The poems are grouped into categories sticking to the “How To” motif of the book, e.g. “How to Flirt,” “How to Yearn,” etc. I will say I went through a period early in the reading in which it seemed like poem after poem was confusing teeny-bopper lust for love, seemingly celebrating pathologies like jealousy and co-dependence. Throughout this phase of the book there were a number of poems that read like bad schoolboy poetry. However, in later chapters there were more poems that were dignified and reflected a more mature grasp of the subject.

There were some features of the book that I loved. First of all, most of the poems have explanatory notes at the end that can be very helpful both because (as mentioned) most of the poems were written long ago and because I am a foreign reader. Secondly, there is an appendix with romanizations of the original Sanskrit.

Ultimately, I’d say a major factor in whether this anthology is for you will be whether you enjoy the colloquial tone and free verse form or find it off-putting.

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Worlds, Inner & Outer [Free Verse]

Inside -- Outside...
Is there an outside?
I don't know.
I feel I can breathe into
Infinite space.

But how far beyond
My reaching fingertips
Must the cage walls be
For me to feel that I'm
In a cave of unknown
Circumstance?

“The Call” by Charlotte Mew [w/ Audio]

From our low seat beside the fire
Where we have dozed and dreamed and watched the glow
Or raked the ashes, stopping so
We scarcely saw the sun or rain
Above, or looked much higher
Than this same quiet red or burned-out fire.
To-night we heard a call,
A rattle on the window-pane,
A voice on the sharp air,
And felt a breath stirring our hair,
A flame within us: Something swift and tall
Swept in and out and that was all.
Was it a bright or dark angel? Who can know?
It left no mark upon the snow,
But suddenly it snapped the chain
Unbarred, flung wide the door
Which will not shut again;
And so we cannot sit here anymore.
We must arise and go:
The world is cold without
And dark and hedged about
With mystery and enmity and doubt,
But we must go
Though yet we do not know
Who called, or what marks we shall leave upon the snow.

“Darest Thou Now O Soul” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

Darest thou now O soul,
Walk out with me toward the unknown region,
Where neither ground is for the feet nor any path to follow?

No map there, nor guide,
Nor voice sounding, nor touch of human hand,
Nor face with blooming flesh, nor lips, nor eyes, are in that land.

I know it not O soul,
Nor dost thou, all is a blank before us,
All waits undream'd of in that region, that inaccessible land.

Till when the ties loosen,
All but the ties eternal, Time and Space,
Nor darkness, gravitation, sense, nor any bounds bounding us.

Then we burst forth, we float,
In Time and Space O soul, prepared for them,
Equal, equipt at last, (O joy! O fruit of all!) them to fulfill O soul.

The Other Shore [Free Verse]

Standing on the bank, 
Looking at the other shore --

A hundred meters or a mile?
Does it matter,
In such a fast flow?

If I were to swim for it,
Launching myself into
Those cold, choppy waves,
Which would I reach first:
The other shore, or
The Falls, downstream?