The Impulse
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The blooming in the
flower
The expression in the
baby’s cry
The initiative in the
thief
The greed in the money
maker
The hunger for power in
the despot
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The voice in the paint
The praxis in the
sculpture
The gravity in the
river flow
The sun in the gust of
wind
The primordial OM in
the Sun’s Radiance
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The attraction between
planets
The renewal in Shiva’s
destruction
The deep growl of the
diesel train engine
The eye sensing the
spectrum
The I’s limiting
stranglehold
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
Jealousy & anger
ruining relationships
The malice & rancor
of belittling identities
The yearning for the
beyond
The senses distracting
The spark rekindling
togetherness
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The impulse gathering
strength
Barriers fading
Service beckoning
To seek success in the
other
To relish the other’s
delight
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The very same Prana
In the urge for bodily
Union
In the tasting of the
tasty
In the doership of the
act
In the creativity of
art
In the ideation of the
idea
In the drawing out of
the I maker into the universal
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
Allah’s breath that
Iblees failed to bow to
In the Thomist
coprincipalship residing in every heart
In the Guru Granth
Sahib’s antaryami
In Garuda’s hooked beek
devouring the coiled serpent
In the wisdom of the
tathagatha
In the Nivritti of the
saragna
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The sole source
manifest
The all mother express
As the soothing call of
the koel
The pesky sting of the
mosquito
The single monad
diversify
The only root branch
out
All beings propagate
from the one
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The all encompassing
life force
Behind the land,
The mountains, rivers
and forests
The flora and fauna
The perceived, the
perceiver and the perception
The event, the
circumstance, the context
Behind the hero, the
villain
The crime; the virtue
A locus without centre
The same sovereign in
every separate heart
Awake! Awake! Yes i am;
Joy “O” Joy a joy
To see
The question arising,
Is this IT?
The observer observing?
The mere witness? The
Sakshi?
The resounding answer
Yes this joy is the joy
Of the impulse
gathering speed
The observer observing!
---Gnaneshwar
B.Pettukola
