In the primordial darkness
Of the ancient Mother’s womb
Something stirred: vestiges of Consciousness,
Burst into thousand-petaled
lotuses,
A light pierced through the pall of clouds,
Revealing shards of a shimmering
rainbow,
The ocean gurgled and laughed its
deep cerulean laugh,
Imparting a sudden vision of the
twelve-hooded serpent.
Distant winds toppled over boughs and fronds,
Inundating with unexpected waves
of joy,
The luminous soul of the circling universe.
Once again, the aeonic wheel was set in motion,
The third eye blinked and midway closed,
A supine smile spread across the azure space
Lighting with its bliss everything in its widening wake.
Life awoke to the dream of Reality:
Tangibly palpable, chaotically
beautiful:
Spreading its wings, it fluttered and flitted,
And broke into a sudden trajectory of infinitudes,
Beyond the oppressive ticking of the clocks
Beyond the compressing confines of the walls
Beyond the servility of all the dos and don’ts
It emerged into the vast, untinted freedom of a new day.
To breathe, to love, to be…
Seema Muniz, a feature writer with the Times of India group in the nineties, is an avid reader and educationist, who homeschooled her son until tenth grade, while drifting between New York and Alaska with her family. She is also an artist, with a few solo and group shows in Albany, NY, to her credit.
