When constant, persistent deep sea diving
Is continued, and is really thriving,
Ego has no hope of ever surviving.
Nerves are constantly turning and churning,
Brain box on fire, and is briskly burning,
Heart cave pines, desperately yearning.
Such is deft diving deep within, to reach
The root of ego, my Guru so did teach,
A way of Self Enquiry for one and each.
With strong energetic plunge and lusty surge,
The vile vasanas will one by one emerge,
Once more we dive within when comes the urge.
One aim is to fetch the precious magic pearl,
That Self's special splendour shall unfurl,
And Sat-chit-ananda uncurl, in wondrous whirl.
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My Poetry can best be termed 'Post Modern Formalism'. It is an aesthetic poetry returning to mainstream of classical English Prosody as a reaction against to-day's overworked prosaic free verse, which as Robert Frost succinctly stated".... is like playing tennis without a net'. I repect the principles of musicality, and where ever possible similes are rooted in Nature. As mystical poetry they demand and elevated language. My main influential educators have been Dante Gabriel Rossetti and Algernon Swinburne.
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