The Grand Tusker

When dark heavy clouds rain down, can you see, as the great poet Kalidasa once wrote, an enormous trunk splashing the mountains and planes, like the quenching of a seeker’s thirst?

When the gentle breeze of air whistles through trees, and whispers in every breath, is it not, as though, gigantic ears flap gracefully for us to breathe?

When Mother Earth yields a bountiful harvest of seeds long sown in the depths of her womb, does it not seem like a prosperous round belly of gross and subtle proportions? Or of tangible and intangible expanse perhaps?

When moonbeams write their love songs on ocean waves, does an image arise of a glowing tusk, scripting the play of perpetual dawns and dusks?

When sun rays slice through an ink black sky augmenting the break of dawn, do they conjure an image of sharp eyes of wisdom piercing through the darkness of ignorance?

And is not the vast emptiness of space, a timeless, formless Stillness cradling the soundless AUM that resonates as a continuum of forms in which, every you, and every me, like the little mole, are vehicles of a grand & eternal presence?

Vakratunda Maha-Kaaya Surya-Kotti Samaprabha |

Nirvighnam Kuru Me Deva Sarva-Kaaryeshu Sarvadaa ll

Aum Shri Ganeshaya Namaha