LIFE
A. L. J. RAO
When
consciousness loses height
and
glides like a plane
running
out of oil
into
the valley of life,
we
see life in perspective.
There
come the ‘I’ and ‘Thou’,
Love
and Hate
joy
and sorrow,
and
awareness is polarised into perception,
thru’
the triangular mesh
of
knowledge, knower and the known;
Eternity
is drawn out
into
the illusion of time
and
space weaves the spectres of form,
and
sound utters names,
and
masquerades in music
and
wears the fancy dress
of
the written and the spoken word.
Consciousness
embodied as Man,
gets
woven into the flesh,
which
grows, blooms and, withers away
scattering
its seed,
and
so
from
the crest of life, Man descends into death
A
Mystery.
Life
visible is only a moving reel
seen
through a slit illumined.