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Maha Sivaratri - Some poems of Veera Saiva Poets:
« on: February 21, 2020, 07:25:38 AM »
Akka Mahadevi:

Riding the blue sapphire mountains
wearing  moon stone for slippers
blowing long horns
O Siva
when shall I
crush you on my pitcher breasts?

O lord white as jasmine
when do I join you
stripped body's shame
and heart's modesty?

This poem is about Channa Mallikarjuna, Siva as white as jasmine, the\
deity at Kudlagi in Karnataka.

Arunachala Siva.

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« Reply #1 on: February 21, 2020, 11:42:31 AM »
Akka Mahadevi:

If He says
He has to go away
to fight  battles at the front
I understand and can be quiet.

But how can I bear it
when He is here in my hands
right here in my heart
and will not take me?

O mind,  O memory of pasts,
if you will not help me get to Him
how can I ever bear it?

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Re: Maha Sivaratri - Some poems of Veera Saiva Poets:
« Reply #2 on: February 21, 2020, 11:51:38 AM »
Akka Mahadevi:

I  love the Handsome One;
 he has no death
 decay nor form
 no place or side
 no end nor birth marks.
I love  him O mother, listen.

I love the Beautiful  One
  with no bond nor fear
  no clan no land
  no land marks
  for his beauty.

So my lord, white as jasmine, is my husband.

Take these husbands who die,
 decay, and feed them
  to your kitchen fires.

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Re: Maha Sivaratri - Some poems of Veera Saiva Poets:
« Reply #3 on: February 21, 2020, 11:55:54 AM »
Devara Dasimayya:

In the mother's womb
the child does not know
his mother's face

nor can she ever know
his face.

The man in the world's  illusion
does not know the Lord

nor the Lord him,
Ramanatha.

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« Reply #4 on: February 21, 2020, 12:01:23 PM »
Devara  Dasimayya:

A man filled grain
in a tattered sacl
and walked all night
fearing the toll gates

but the grain went through the tatters
and all he got was the gunny sack.

It is thus
with devotion
of the faint hearted.

O Ramanatha.   

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« Reply #5 on: February 21, 2020, 12:07:09 PM »
Devara  Dasimayya:

A fire
in every act and look and word,
Between man and wife
a fire.
In the plate of food 
even after much waiting
a fire.
And in the infatuation
of coupling
a fire.

You have given us
five fires
and poured dirt in our mouths

O Ramanatha. 


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Re: Maha Sivaratri - Some poems of Veera Saiva Poets:
« Reply #6 on: February 21, 2020, 12:15:01 PM »
Basavanna:


Nine hounds unleashed
on a hare
the body's lusts
cry out:

Let go. 
Let go.

Let go. Let go.
cry th lusts
of the mind.

Will my heart reach you,
O lord of the meeting  rivers,

before the sensual bitches
touch and over take.

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« Reply #7 on: February 21, 2020, 12:21:20 PM »
Basavanna:

When a whore with a  child
takes on a customer for money,

neither child nor lecher
will get enough of her.

She will go pat the child once,
then go lie  with the man once,

neither here nor there.

Love of money is relentless,

my Lord of the meeting rivers.

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« Reply #8 on: February 21, 2020, 12:29:36 PM »
Basavanna:

Before

the grey reaches the cheek,
the wrinkle the rounded chin
and the body becomes a cage of bones;

before
with fallen teeth
and bent back
you are some one else's ward;

before
you drop your hand to the knee
and clutch a staff;

before
age corrodes
your form;

before
 death touches you:

worship
our Lord of the meeting rivers.

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« Reply #9 on: February 21, 2020, 03:47:08 PM »
Allamma Prabhu:

Look here,
the legs are two wheels;
the body is a wagon
full of things.

Five men drive
the wagon
and one man is not
like another.

Unless you ride it
in full knowledge of its ways
the axle
will break,

O Lord of Caves.

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« Reply #10 on: February 21, 2020, 03:52:16 PM »
Allamma Prabhu:

I saw:

heart conceive,
hand grew big with child;
ear drink up the smell
of camphor, nose eat up
the dazzle of pearls;
hungry eyes devour
diamonds.
In a blue sapphire
I saw the three worlds
hiding,
 
O Lord of Caves.

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Re: Maha Sivaratri - Some poems of Veera Saiva Poets:
« Reply #11 on: February 21, 2020, 03:57:00 PM »
Allamma Prabhu:

If mountain shiver in the cold
with what
will they wrap them?

If space goes naked
with what
shall they close it?

If the Lord's men become worldlings
where will I find the metaphor,

O Lord of the  Caves.

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