Pandora

PANDORA

The beauty who is a goddess as well as a witch

Look at the sleeping world,

Be on guard,

Here life shines and gleams in the gloom of hate and love,

In maiden’s arms man feels fears,

In her loving hands as she grips ,

Before man escapes he tumbles in slippery paths and sinks in tears.

Here beauty is hideous and sulphurous,

Pretty and playful,

In her love she seeks no faith ,

In the uttering sounds of love she trusts no one but flesh,

In this faithless world,

By making love she makes man blind,

Clasping , twining around the neck, fondling with the breast,

In passionate embrace,

She bewitches the sailors miring in food , wine and sex.

She sings songs soft and sweet,

Burns the hearts with lascivious lips,

She is the goddess of folly,

The shameless world’s wretchedness to whom flesh is holly,

With fervid desires,

Longing for fire,

Eyes - swift and shy- glancing in flares of lie and betrayal,

She is passion’s madness,

The serpentine flames’ burning stir.

Dancing and singing like nymph,

Where she shines and gleams,

Guard yourself from this charming beauty that makes man fall in dream.

She is the master of the magic creating lecherous desires and lusts,

Renouncing everything she makes man run for her love,

When her love’s longings inflame,

She swirls as a whirling fire incarnated as a dame,

In carefree frivolous lightness appears with all her loveliness,

Her promiscuity is difficult to restrain.

As cruel and heartless when she runs in search of delight in the embraces of men,

Yield not to her hands,

In search of the thrill and adventures do not gamble away truthfulness, and faithfulness in the name of freedom that erects only castles on sand.

Do not run to her love for help,

Do not seek shelter where man is defenceless against the treachery of passion against himself ,

Where there are guile and deceit ,

Do not seek safety in conceit ,

Where as a glittering and glorious beauty she reigns by betraying all that are lofty,

Beware of her passionate beauty, that leads to adultery.

Inside the spheres of the fire, water, air and sky,

Where she, as a faithless maiden, love’s lofty goals defiles,

Beware of suffering, captivity, and blindness,

In the name of freedom do not yield to her loveless loveliness.

When the darkness covers the eyes,

She appears cool and refreshing to the spirits that seek refreshment in the pool of the night,

As wife, lover and enchantress,

She then burns as glorious light of delight,

Swift in fleeing,

And still swifter in feeling,

She is passion’s sudden guest,

Who ignites the body and seeks in fire the body’s lust,

And then leaves the lovers by scattering ashes and the dust.

Do not pursue this tragic fate,

Wait till she has sank below the mind’s lake,

And no more rises as the power that coils around the flesh as a treacherous snake.

Where she appears enchanting and beautiful and welcomes you as a guest,

Do not approach her,

After a painful journey heap of ashes only will be left.

Where she appears wonderful and asks for adventure,

As a huntress with a pack of hounds chases the hunters as a goddess of fate,

In the forests, fields and marshes, beside the lake,

Guard against her dart,

That can pierce the heart,

In manly brevity without any fear do not lie in wait,

Take guard of her advances and avoid the tragic fate.

She summons hate , vengeance , and death,

For her sake brothers rush to fight,

Hunters battle,

Warriors chase each other and welter in blood as dismembered cattle,

Sick hearts brandish the swords and rattle,

Like an eternal curse revenges multiply ,

Miseries and cries fly,

Narrow joys spring forth while others die,

Perpetual sorrow , agonies,

Owe and distress lead man to the depth of treachery and hell.

Look upward instead where wearing time's wings , like an eagle flying in the emptiness, the golden light , that emanates from the solar corona, swing and veer over the far away hill !

Remove clouds of doubts from the mind about the divine nature and look at the beams of light, that are flying over the glade. They will sweep away the shadows that are created by the clouds of melancholy of the mind.

Once you will remove the clouds you will know the meaning of freedom, joy and happiness of life. In the tangling net of the flesh, in which the body is imprisoned, thirsts of passion are certain to arise; melancholy and sufferings are certain to disturb the reflective minds. Like a bird seeking the height, you are destined to fly in search of knowledge and meaning that will parch your thirst for meaning and freedom. Once you will be able to remove the hindrances between the human will and the divine will, you will know true freedom and the meaning of life.

In the spring when the fragrances and the beauties of the colourful flowers brim, and waft as joyous streams on the senses, the celestial fire, that you see veering as a ball of fire in nothingness, wakes the world from the darkness. As it floats on the perceptible realm, the waves, that enter the mind, create patterns of myriads of forms. It is like reflections of the sun in thousands of mirrors glinting on the eyes. Once one will remove the clouds of ignorance, it will break forth in the mind with magnificent splendour. Then you will see the beauty, that is illumined by the rays more than the rays from thousands of suns. On the beach , that remains unseen, you will see the reflections of your radiant soul being drawn by the chariot of heaven harnessed by the winged steeds of the gods.

Free yourself from the will. Leave the sense-bound shore, where light sparkle and vibrate as streams of pleasures through the senses and keep the mind imprisoned in the carnal bondage. Look upward above the earth-bound life! Open the eyes towards the radiance that burns and illumines the void.

Throw glances at the distance over the rising hillocks , that is drenching in a fountain of light. Watch how the soul of freedom, in the form of a beauty dressed in jewels, that are sparkling in the air dazzling in the sun rays, bathing in the radiant stream! See how wearing an ethereal attire she is coming down as a formless goddess !

Vision of the goddess

In the abyss of time,

Creatures with masks appear in the scene to play

their parts under the zenith , where the sun paints the sky in bold

coloured rays,

The creditor , who lends man this light,

Sets alight the sun over the sphere,

So perfectly and peerlessly created for the seers!

Yea, creatures!

Whose hearts' sorrows turn off the lights when the celebration ends,

As the clouds open the show in the eyes of a greater world by lifting the blue bright lid curved and bend,

Come and watch this life that is a dream again!

In this ephemeral place,

Where the peacocks of dreams fly and the colours clap over the towers where the dreams are made,

The world is full of love,

Like the jewels of a celestial queen glowing in light,

The liberty of life is light's jingling bell over waves held by an infinite chain.

On the turfy mountain, where the wind pillages the rocks stubborn and strong,

And the sea spreads moistures on grass furlongs and furlongs,

In a world divided by dream and joined by sound, sight and blaze,

The invisible sea-born nymphs lit the fire in sovereign grace,

And spread the warmth and heat of life like the waves that undulate on the grass from the roots to the blades.

In this world where the soft lights in stillness take their flights over the mind's everlasting tides,

As the wind warming up the bosom with the waves heave the sea towards the sky's tranquil bay,

Listening in the wind the ringing of the bells , hanging around the wallets of flesh around the necks of the cattle munching new-born blades on the glade,

See a beauty,

Dissolved and dispersed from cells to cells,

Walking in a rarest grace ,

Crocheting in the mind a pattern of illusion in dream's silken threads,

And coming down from the mountain land towards this ephemeral place.

When the light floats amidst clouds in quest of purpose in the azure breast,

In a sweet pride,

As she lifts her eyes to invite the light entering the eyes,

The crimson cheek eclipses the sun's golden light,

And where the eyes as vessels in radiance shine,

The power of time fades as foams circling in an ethereal brine .

Bejewelled beauty dazzling in the sun

As the wind quenches her burning cheeks,

The fumbling dusts dry the dazzling beads,

"Content...content" cry the waves as they move in runlets towards the bigger stream,

"Vouchsafe, O wonder! the joy that is springing to life in the reeling stream" , pray the seeds,

"Deign thy favour", weep the grasses,

"Content...content" sing the mead,

And the flowers wave colours to attract the flying honeycomb-bees.

While the verdant grass, growing between flints and stones,

Bowing their heads before the mystery,

Ask the light, " Why does this freedom shine?"

Standing as a mute statute of silence

When the eyes ask the mind

" Who has created this joy that flows as joy of mine?"

While the moistures, that rainbows create,

Fly away from the dews' dwindling breasts ,

In the sparkling wings between the streams of the winds where the lights cascade,

Opening the immortal eyes towards the sun,

Over the hillocks , where the stars wander in the cosmic journey and return,

Wearing fragile jewels,

Where the twinklings cascades in the light's fountain,

Look ! how she dazzles amidst the flowers and buds,

Look! how her ethereal beauty

Eyes' thirsts for beauty quench.

Look! soaking in the light as the hours swell,

When the mind feels no thrust or pain ,

As the time carrying the motion in the wings of dust,

Break into the spectrum of rainbows ,

Freeing the waves from the bondage of the earth,

Create spectrums of joys in bursts,

Look ! how she appears in forms to free the souls from the bondage of passion and lust.

Look! how crocheting the silken threads with her immortal hands she creates the illusion of light ,

Look ! how she reflects the images in the stream of time in a world where there is no day or night,

Look in your own heart,

Look in your own freedom's pool,

At the jewels worn by the beauty, who wear the sun as her golden brooch,

See in the shinning mirror of your own eyes of the beauty, who wants to be the mortal's bride,

And leave your melancholy and emotional wandering and pride.

O man! like Narcissus

Steal not from life your own freedom,

Bind not yourself in your own loops,

Hear the echoes that return from the life's springs,

Fear not the love who for you the life’s flowers brings,

Reject not the love, that crochets in the heart the light's silken dreams.

O mortal ! look!

Where shouldering the sky far and near,

The azure sky ignites the ethereal fire,

And the wind draw the clouds appearing as maidens of heaven bathing in the glittering lake in dishevelled hair,

In love, that exists in the cosmos entire,

To kindle the heart,

She descends to the earth wearing her lighted attire.

Leave the melancholy of the heart,

Leave those words, that captivate human souls in thoughts' prison,

Transcend the fire of reason,

Let not your mind be deceived by treachery and treason.

As her heart is only love's treasure, there is nothing to loose,

When she will wish to dance with you,

Join her in the dance.

Whirling in dream-like flossy silken loops,

Twin your arms around her and escape earthly bondages and loops.

Like two glasses reflecting rays,

Looking at each other, when the eyes reflect love's eternal bondage,

Like the crystals, that glint creating spectral hues floating in the eyes' flimsiness,

At every passing moment of the time, that crosses the space,

O man! receive in the bondage of love,

The eternal rays of the glittering light’s unearthly maid.

Raise your eyes,

See in your own eyes the light's twinklings that come from her eyes,

O mortal ! she is the sun,

She is the moon,

She is the maiden of light ,

She is the maiden tending the celestial garden, where the flowers of paradise bloom.

Moon goddess Selene