Ocean Bound

..Narendra sitting with his dying master

hears His last words:

“Today I have given you my all

I am now only a poor fakir

possessing nothing.

By this power you will do immense good

in the world, and not until it is accomplished

will you return.”

Doubting Narendra,

still testing

presses for more

confirmation:

“He who was Rama and Krishna

is now, in this body, Ramakrishna

but not in your Vedantic sense.”

Repealing maps
and the power of transmission..
doubting the marvel
of possibility..
paddling life's river
without navigator
nor helmsman at oar,
why not stake a claim
to participate!

Shaped as we are
with tall spine
for crossing the great sea,
who does not yearn unceasingly

for understanding
or demand
what has yet to be seen.

Is there one

who has fully closed

a stone heart, 
where the urgent voice

of need 
thirsts
for the compelling depth

of soul's love.

Who would refuse the sound

of your own key

turning the lock, eagerly

willing to open

at the deep well.

What explorer resists

reaching for new frontiers,

with the One
who opens the path,
revealing the Two Worlds
and the Way
lifting your feet,
Wanting
to be noticed.

Candali Poetstory 2012