Know Thyself

Poetry Tantra

A poem by Rashid.


The bedroom window is half open.


An immense python of sound

Steals through the doubtful night.

A thousand thousand autumn leaves

Shiver in the east wind

Scatter on their ever lasting flight.


Tantra Consciousness


Sitting cross-legged on the bed


There’s no such thing as a thing,

Says quantum physics. Sub-atomic

Particles exist as pure potential.

My deep self rises from the scattered

Molecules of body, rests itself in the Cosmic.


Know yourself as Consciousness


Peom and painting by Rashid

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