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Surrender

How many adjectives
Can I shower on your feet,
My Lord...

Vishnu Sahasra Nama Sangeerthanam
At our little temple.

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Vishnu Sahasra Nama Sangeerthanan is the chanting of one thousand different adjective-attached names praising Lord Vishnu. The chanting goes on unendingly making the entire surroundings resonate...To me it is about total surrender, Tao.

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  • MyrddinEmrys silver member
    January 6
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    Sweet surrender

    Will an infinity of adjectives ever describe the One? The Sufis chant similarly, only using 99 "names of Allah" but the process is the same when done in the complete surrender of self, ego, "me" to the Beingness. For me the true resonance is that felt deep in the heart... on the alter of "our little temple"...

    Thank you for this sweet image.

    Rahad


    • pvenugopal
      January 6

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      This is not a poem, by any stetch of imagination. Only the moment is poetry. Words are dead things, they are only symbols and symbols are not the real. Only one who can go beyond the word can hear what I wanted to communicate. I think we are on the same track, my friend.

      • MyrddinEmrys silver member
        January 6
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        We are very much onthe same track, friend. Years ago (over 30) I wrote an essay in a college poetry reading course describing poetry much as you have. I see poetry now as the essence of the understanding one has in "knowing" and the written word that finds its way to a page but a shell into which a reader might pour themselves to perhaps reach a similar understanding. Words are but instruments to be played in hopes that they make music which echoes the One Song that "those who have ears" might hear. Poetry is not written, it is lived.

        Peace and blessings,

        Rahad