Ars Poetica: Eros in Sanskrit
Om purnama dahapurnam idam, purnat purnam udachatay, purnasya
purnama dyam, purnat eva vasishatay. The bird is in the field as the field is in the
bird, lover. The grammar of Sanskrit won’t have it one way over the other. Yes,
no, both & neither: every spoken word wheels true, but moons only rise in skies &
glow because om nama sri chandra the wise lyric it so.
Sound manifests the world our maws mutter, shudder & pout at. A single
inflection’s fall separates a seeker from a sunset. Stressed or blessed, elocution
admits our own tongue tips to be shiva lingam, strike-stroking fissures within our
yoni cave mouths where scores of unborn life forms break out in whispers, “Create
me, baby, shout.”
Om purnama dahapurnam idam, purnat purnam udachatay, purnasya
purnama dyam, purnat eva vasishatay: This is full & that is full & every
emanation full for what is produced of the full is by itself full. In Devanagari birds
fly by wildly, but fields only open with the wail of a word or the wink of an I.
If the veil of Maya conceals to us our own divine nature, then the
other must be who we seek to discover, honor, reveal & become. Guttural,
palatal, domal, dental, labial: the sutras of Sanskrit elucidate the exact parts
lips & tongue play in the art of love---& so exactly the whole of love---
yearning to sing & get sung over & over & over again.
—Kirpal Gordon
Posted by dwaber at March 8, 2007 03:13 PM