Last Friday, the last of six verses of Nirvana Shatakam (Atma Shatakam) was posted along with the Tamil Translation thereof. This Shatakam addresses the very complicated inquiry of “Who am I?”. Though the answers provided by Adi Sankara appears very simple from an over all reading perspective, the subject itself is the essence of the Advaita philosophy and I can vouch for myself that my understanding is not even at the “skimming” level in this field. My attempt however provides me a reminder that what was attempted was just a drop of water in an ocean. This was also reinforced by the quality of comments that I received from my friends and relatives. One of them was in the form of a poetry rightly titled “Master Piece”. It simply moved me – what deep understanding of the subject and what an expression! The author wanted to remain Anonymous and clearly stated that “spirituality decreases when it is attributed to a person. I was but a scribe.” Here is that Masterpiece
Master Piece
And so I chiseled
Stone by stone
For there was to be none
Better
Than this
For He had given me the skill par none
They had borne support as they must
And All the world had but come together
To make this dream come alive
The sculpture that would reveal it all
That masterpiece before we fall
The true identity that we all search
The salvation I was looking for
And as I painstakingly
chipped each piece away
True hue of its, I want to bare
Art of mine I trust
Though in me, I felt rust
And as it revealed itself
The masterpiece I see! All its glory!
In shock, I recognize
The masterpiece!
The masterpiece…
Its nothing but me! my story!
For while in search of
Our destiny
We fail to see
Lost our sight
For such is our plight
This masterpiece is the star
That carves the stone beyond par
For however tall the sculpture stands
Shows it not
But What a masterpiece
The sculptor was!