Bhuma

 

by Sri Debashish Kundu

 

 

Beloved Babathakur asked 

me to sit in comfort

Let the thoughts settle down

Let there be no thought

Still, pacific, silent

Is that Bhuma?

 

Sri Aurobindo handled all

Ashram responsibilities to

The Mother and

dedicated decades to Savitri 

 

He is the substratum 

on which the flower 

blooms, blossoms and merges, 

both Savitri and The Mother

 

The unending space in Savitri

Where the Rishi leads

‘one to one’s own Infinity’

Is that Bhuma?

 

Or is it the constant proclamation

Loud and wild

Soft and subtle

That says, ‘I know nothing.

I need know nothing.’

Is that Bhuma? 

 

Or is it the ‘as it is’

That is ever changeless

always without any change,

where there is not any other

That is a ceaseless void

Is that Bhuma?

 

Whatever it is

It is the Absolute offering of the mind

to offer and merge

in a void bereft of any identity,

attribute or uniqueness

An endless, timeless,

‘as it is’ void called Eternity

 

 

Hari Om Tatsat

 

Jai Sri Sri Babathakur