Institute of Reflection

The virtual Agora for Occidental Meditation – A Tool for Clearer Thinking, Emotional Balance and a Rounded Perspective
by <a href="https://instituteofreflection.com/author/hemal-jayasuriya/" target="_self">Hemal Jayasuriya</a>

by Hemal Jayasuriya

Poetry thrives in a shadowy, allusive world in which feelings that can be un-pinnable in precise language come into a reality all their own. It may seem to have little to do with the world of facts and experimentation that is science. If all that there is can be explained by what we see and/or what we can prove, what need is there for poetry?
POEM

Olympia

On evidence in this poem is Hemal’s romantic side, generally overlooked in the selection for this Institute from his oeuvre

Do Truth and Time spring
From a hidden deep down Well
One wonders. The music of the Waltz
Is calling to them. We are in a Dreamscape
His Being is given completely to her.
Those trembling strings of the violin
Make it sing. How long will
Her blossoming Rose, be pristine, as it is
Now in that fragrant Rosy state. I see that
Flame in your eyes ; it pushes and pulls you.
You are Here and Not Here.
Your whereabouts are not known.
Love smiles upon this ecstacy of theirs.
Time flees from this happy sandy shores ;
This is a Night of Beauty
Adorned by the intertwined
Twirling and falling like the ribbons
Of white water of a Waterfall.
The Poet is mesmerised, her sparkle
Has ensnared him. He is hers
Her plaything . She has set
His soul alight with rapture.
A sweet burning fire devours his Being