The Banyan
Weeping and sacred figs in my garden
Multiplicity — Life’s vigor, one and only succor. As spread out, your shade never sparse. Blue sky touching you before refreshing us.
Your Graceful bowing is an elephant’s trunk — I touch and you caress. Always a Blessing, unlike the gentle giant’s unruly behavior in musth and heat.
Never-ending, never pausing — Against entropy, reasoning every move, every root tip, every leaf — Eternal growth till you meet and become divinity, Itself.
Your divine energy had drawn beings and made them divine — Beings become Divine seeing the light and dark and beyond, inside you and self.
Seekers of sorts enjoy your beauty, wonder about your growth, rest and relax.
All-Inclusive macrocosm — My father, my mother, my daughter, my teacher and Preacher, and in your rustling leaves, I hear my master, clearer and better.
My connecting nerve to mindless eternity — Bless us all with your multiplicity. Bless us with growth — never-ending, never fading and at the transitory moment, merging with you, enriching you, merging with divinity.
Ignore my Fallacies or Advise
Love
Aravindh V Bala
