To Find Moksha
By Kashvi Ramani
To Find Moksha | By Kashvi Ramani
I.
The world began in
black.
No thought,
speech empty
then the whispers commenced.
You cupped your hand and hissed at
tranquility.
The seas grew
complacent,
the sands cocky-
the shore was muddled in
decision by
division.
Canopy stretched the terrain,
thirsty for rain.
Growth meant bigger, better, no
matter the pain.
II.
You were fearful of
flame.
“The slower I run, the quicker I burn”
blazed a trail and
never stopped to think.
If you paused,
listened,
you would hear the Gods.
Know fire doesn’t
chase
but spreads,
light for Atman to be
cleansed;
reach out your hand.
III.
When the world is
glazed with gray,
purple fading with
red and
blue at
opposite ends,
remember what’s pure,
immortal, organic.
Perfection indestructible
in the folds of a
lotus;
reach out your hand.
IV.
Innocence
retained in bouts of
laughter,
young fingers weave
fortune in
creased paper.
Leave worry
at the door,
channel their voices;
reach out your hand.
V.
When grief exposes
sections of
skin, you are
quick with metal
armor. Arming struggle
with anger, drowning cries
with battle. Instead,
taste the sun - find the
beauty in warmth.
Raise two fingers to
your lips and
kiss the air;
reach out your hand.
VI.
When wrists are bound
our flame grows
weaker
It’s not enough
to chant,
to post,
to march
But recognize and
utilize to stabilize.
Pass the torch you’ve
always had to
friends with
easy access.
Chains can burn if you
reach out your hand.
VII.
If you keep them tucked,
Kali will arrive.
Tongue lolling, sheathed in
heads and arms.
Set to destroy evil
lurking around every corner.
And everything in her path.
When reset finally comes
you won’t know how
to thank her.
You fear her too much to
form an opinion.
Shiva will light the match
and the world will be renewed.
But only after suffering.
So when you see a seed
struggling in the shade,
nudge it.
It forgives the roof for its
coldness
and the rain for
delaying arrival.
Forgive yourself for
allowing drops to
fizzle out the fire.
The sprout will grow
and you alongside it.
Moksha is found through
oneself.
Reach out your hand, be patient
as the plant blossoms. Only then will you
reach new growth.
