The Winds of Wonder

I wouldn’t have …

I wouldn’t have questioned about the horizons

Had not the skyline collapsed into a dot;

I wouldn’t have experienced the need of the void

Had it not gathered itself into the bright dense;

I wouldn’t have solved the puzzle of this world

Had I not felt in my breast stabs of the gold rod;

I wouldn’t have known the occult of falsehood

Had not truth-intimations assaulted me;

I wouldn’t have recognised mysteries of death

Had I in life refused to die a hundred times. 1

My ignorance pushes me to be futile, vain,

Yet I am a small black ant in the quest of jaggery;

My hunger is not for the huge infinite,

It is for square brown toasted bread in the morning;

My pursuit is not for those mythical virtues

But for the magical tomes, calf-bound with gilt lines;

In my brain do dwell regretful beliefs,

But then it also opens to light and knowledge;

My heart is timid, a victim to faintness,

Yet dreadful Kali in annihilation I applaud. 2

In the beginning was only the Absolute

And then was born this eventful active God;

He began to wonder himself and picked up

A gigantic bow and a swift golden arrow;

In the will that needs no cause but only joy

He aimed it into a planned consciousness;

There was brightness and in deepening shades

Started appearing its significant shadows;

When a garden smiled with a forbidden fruit

Came also freedom of speech, freedom of action. 3

The loss of Paradise was a desirable event

And aptly did play the seducer his role;

What else could have altered the lazy status quo

When there is the meaning in planting that tree?

Surely nothing is otiose in this creation,

And links follow infallible diamond links;

The resplendent angel succumbs to self-pride

Even as falsehood serves truth in another way;

 Oh the wonderful night to beget the stars,

Drops of twinkling honey dripping from their souls! 4

Indeed some trickery stole the assenting word

And buried it in the bottomless nothing;

But breathes the daring spirit with adventures

And hope climbs up viewless ladder of possibilities;

Unceasing is the paradox of thriving life

In the arms of death for deathless life to be;

A power enters to awaken the power

Sleeping in the thickness of the yester-gloom;

A tremendous zest that had remained unstirred

Gets enthused by inspiring passion and fire. 5

A loud bell chimes from the dome of silence

And come hurrying ideas of the real;

The past that had no beginning left behind

All that had belonged to it to claim its truth;

A mind of light in the glory of the hour

Builds with its flame the body of the earth;

In the intensity of the Yoga of the Purusha

Joins the occult of the supreme Creatrix;

Here is the promise given at the first dawn

Realised in decreed march of the august. 6

I carry the lamp of unflickering trust

And walk through the long night that has treasured morns;

I desire not other life which death meets not,

Only the splendidest one, deathless and free;

A tongue of orange fire savours the joy

That only the pure love can pour from her soul;

Therefore beauty smiles in the stoniest rock

And in the dew-drenched grass, and in albert thoughts;

In that gleaming rush wins my stallion

Trophies of divine haste bearing the future. 7

If there is birth that birth is for a rich cause,

For the intensities to grow in days and days;

Since abides delight on the glimmering crest

The river is rushing to the shoreless sea;

Now the birds raise a hued chant in the garden

And smiling shrubberies thank them with fruits;

Roar of the flame reaches the silent-most

And is heard a tremendous answering voice;

In the glory and in the majesty of his Lord

Comes the sage chanting the ecstatic name. 8

A fragrant wind of new consciousness blows

Over the world winning for it certitudes;

An occult miracle of privileged claim

Has compelled it to own gleaming verities;

Nothing can now oppose its impulsions,

Dense in lustre, awakened in body’s cells;

To the soul’s ardent call for benignancies

There’s the answering grace embracing all;

Now time is not deaf to the sounds of her feet

Treading corridors of sentient future. 9

What an invention, the scarlet poisoned fangs!

Only the supreme could conceive and do that;

But then there is the irresistible power

And a tranquil assurance gathers the will;

There is no more the cruel painful division,

But solely the harmony even in the body;

It does not know reverence or worship

Since that brings the sense of separation;

But the bright conviction is only to be that,

Conscious in consciousness, joy in joy. 10

12 January 2026

Ants are highly attracted to jaggery because it is a dense source of sugar, which they rely on for energy. Due to their acute sense of smell, ants can detect the scent of jaggery from a distance—often within minutes of it being exposed. [Internet]

The universe is the Lord manifested, and so for this body it’s perfection, but of course it’s unable to understand; and all of a sudden this serpent came, in such a way that the body said to itself, “Well! I’d never thought of that”. It showed something VERY subtle in the play of forces. And there was something very subtle to show that those poisoned fangs are a defence, not an attack; this consciousness gave proof that the poisoned fangs are a defence, because they existed AFTER the attack.

30 April 1969

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