After an afternoon siesta
a puzzle blinks at me,
or through me?
or with me?
The Light reveals
that which reveals is Light
The revealer is always formless
Forms are the revealed
Why the revealer gets stuck
with any form?
And imagines trash of itself
The image and the trash
all the while revealed by the formless
Why then the image?
Who is on the line?
Who picks up
to answer the empty call?
the ring just goes in imagined line!
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Srirangam V Mohanarangan
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