Thousand splendid sun's fade before Him
Thousand pulsar's spin faster as He smiles
Thousand verdant foliage birth with His discourse
Thousand atoms collide with euphoric glee
when His mere presence is felt at the same time
Thousand letter's weave tapestries in His reminiscence
Thousand colors gleefully dance at His tales
Thousand aurora's turn grey when He's vexed
Thousand shadows animate as He humors
Thousand rain drops tango hearing His hearty laugh
Thousand high tide waves calm reading His words
Thousand moon's remain static to witness His mindful journey
Thousand stellar collisions occur when He's morose
Thousand supernovae seem pale at His mere existence
Then how can my thousand words knit to thread a humble Ode to the Pious?
This is an Ode to His Holiness,Kaulantak Nath- MahaSiddh SATYENDRA NATH.
When I wanted to write about my spiritual journey I had to start with him. But sometimes even being a seasonal writer, words fail us and on one such occasion, even I' was mute. No words can ever describe Him beautifully and I feel the English language isn't even that graceful to accommodate his magnanimity. So How on earth a simple insignificant me can write about Him? pondering over this aspect for some time from the crevices of mind I finally spun a few words for Him describing my incompetency for this task.
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