JEEWAN RAMLUGUN
Elemental, unornamental
bell chimes atop a hill
above the sacred waters
pealing out into the gorges
and ravines, birds singing,
leaves swaying
evermore, the soul at peace;
always there, in obedience
it is waiting to be struck
to instantly evoke
feelings of piety, of humility,
a simple object endowed
with the power to benignly
enable the being to be stilled.
…
Dance in the air
Were Rimsky Korsakov around
in your temporal marai,
besides your butterflies,
he would have seen
his carefree bumblebees under
a sombre sky
performing the magical dance
that would have impressed even
Lord Shiva as he danced
for the universe;
and when so much seems awry
letting the spirit fly
with a few butterflies
or some bumblebees,
it is to be briefly worry free
and feel bliss for an eternity.