All poems are copyright © by Ravel Petershagen

Copyright © Ravel Petershagen

Asleep beneath the primeval sea lies Ananta the snake
Quenched is the Queen in the Kingdom after the quake
United by urgency, ogre and god take Vāsuki as rope and Mandara as Rod
Aided by each other they are able to churn the vast, aboriginal ocean
Releasing the Nectar for which they yearn – their eternal life potion
Immortality is yielded on tasting the drink, so please have a draught
Ultimately, Indu, the dew drop is drunk, as it drips from the nought
Suras and Asuras finish to churn as Lord Dhanvantari appears with an Urn

Ouroboros is biting its tail,
Forming the circle – the letter O.
Isis is hiding behind Her Veil –
Uncountable stars of the Galaxy glow.
Crouching its body; Time makes a curl.
Heaven’s Serpent is making a gird,
Under the sweep of the swerving swirl,
Scorching from the beak of the bird.

Charming and chaste the chief of the Chair
Hallows the heated hearth with Her hymns.
Azure like the arch of the sky there’s a flare.
Nimbly She preaches; and never condemns:
Dispelling the desire for any worldly affair.
Readily the pure at heart hears Her omens,
And abrogates across the Abyss of despair.

River of Rasah runs from above
At the moment of Instant Salvation 
Savour the Nectar of Heavenly Love
And rejoice in the Bliss of Realization
Youth is eternal in Vrindāvana realm
Amrita is poured like Celestial Balm
Natural Man is nourished and nursed
Anthems of Amour are stilling the thirst

Two rivers are running;
The moonlike and the sunny.
One is flowing with honey.
Milk flows from the other line.
Neither of the rivers are seen.
A third; the River Of Wine
(Which is placed in between),
The yogis have supposed,
Saying that it is usually closed.

When the River Of Milk
And the River Of Honey
Run dry,
Then you need no money
When the River Of Wine
Passes by!

The River Of Wine
Is the main ROW.
It runs up your spine
In a straight flow.

Drink every drop; or else you may drown,
Hurled by the flood that floats from the Crown 
Aquarius is pouring Celestial Rain…
Nuit drenches where darkness did drain
Vases of verve She holds in Her hands.
Amusing She is – by the river She stands.
Nude is Her body; only Night is Her dress.
Truth has no clothes – the upright She’ll bless.
Adorned with the stars that shine from afar,
Rejuvenating Nectar hails from the Star.
Illusion is lost in the Light of Illumination

Silver Star, Who shines like the Moon
Argentium Astrum – my admirable aim
Redundantly releasing Your Rivers of Radiance
Accompanied by rainy rhythm and tune
Sages are singing Your soft songs of fame
Wrapped by Your wave: Wake of Eloquence
Awed by Your Art and authority, I’m attracted to You
Touched by Your tender tones of thrill, to You I woo
Impressed by Your impact I implore; please love me too!

Baffling and bold, the Beautiful Beings built the wall of blazing bamboo
Ushering upright, unsurpassed, unmatched, utterly tall; amazing but true
Diamonds or Dorjes defy all decease by burrowed beams from the blue
Hermes hauls his host in a heap, as he descends with super-luminous speed
Aloft, aspiring souls ready to reap; the aged or eager, ascend by a hollow reed


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