Irrupts heaven’s love

And the first rain of the monsoons

Penetrates the parched earth.

The indescribable splendour

Of muddy brooks in menstruation,

And the clean waters from the caves thereafter

Flow for new life.

In her unassuming and unobtrusive way

A green sari she wears, woven from the seeds,

So elegant, charming, simple and thus, graceful.

Hidden behind the flora and fauna, a graceful grandeur,

Like the womb unseen.

Mother of aesthetics, indeed!

Yet, unpublished, Mother Earth labours!

Being by her, with all her warmth,

In her arms, on her lap,

Unifies all that is of being-ly being.

A feeling of being complete.

A total immersion.

A confluence.

Oh, the self-lessness of the self!

The self-vanished-self!

All because you touched me, Mother Earth.

Soil of soil I am undebatable.

To an enigmatic mystery, a door have we opened.

A path there is, leading towards the Land of Life.

 

• Shekhar Manickam SJ
• shekharm@jesuits.net