The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated May 12, 2004
Sleeping Jiva
She looked everywhere.
She searched everywhere.
In Athens and Vienna,
Berlin and Moscow.
Cold nights' fog rolled like ether,
Numbed her legs and senses.
Her hands stole the steely thunder
Her feet, a pink lotus.
Spread out and floating
Like a swan on a lake.
Knowledge.
Pristine.
Mystic.
She asked everyone.
She met everyone.
In Rome and Cairo,
Hiroshima and NewYork.
Dry sun vapours lulled her instincts,
Slowed her thoughts and visions.
Her eyes followed signs and symbols
Her ear, the word of creation.
And into the deep chasms
Of her heart
Lay,
Sleeping Jiva
Brahman.
She walked inward.
She ran homeward.
Childhood ways
The mountain river.
The Lord of her life,
The soul of her being
The cradle in her heart.
Swinging like a Buddha,
Playing like a Krishna.
A white lamb bleating,
Baby Jesus.
See unto
Me.
