' In The Presence Of An Avadhut* ' Poem by indira babbellapati

No, he didn't utter a word

Raised his hand in salutation

To return mine!

No, I didn't have any inclination

Either to utter a word

Or entertain a thought



Thought had been suspended



The silence that followed

Wasn't a strain but wholesome



An uplifting feeling

Originated from the navel

To travel upward



How do people liken orgasm

That numbs the senses

In a downward thrust

To a moment of meditative vibes

That elevate one's core upward?



The Master's presence

Benumbed me

His silence suspended me

On a bar of timelessness

The midsummer heat wasn't felt



We sat in silence with

Past and future faded

From the consciousness

The present didn't matter at all

We're transported to a realm

Where there's no time sequence



No wonder

While returning

The fullmoon that came with us

Looked like the afternoon sun

In whose presence we took solace



Last night

The fullmoon didn't leave

Any emptiness behind

It bloomed in several

Uplifting hues and

It filled me to brim

As the time when I sat in the

Avadhut's presence

Under the blazing sun!

* *Gopal Baba of whom no one knows anything-where and when he was born. Who brought him to this part of the country. Which language he spoke....