Abhinavgupta
Careful, Master!
The mirror lies
all that is to our right
it shows to our left,
all that is to our left
it tells to our right.
Thus
there is scope for doubt too
as to whether we are standing on our head
or our feet?
Or
is it not
that joining the sky and the abyss
an imaginary line
cuts right and left at a point
that is in fact truth's most sensitive point?
The poem above is a translation by Apurva Narain or the original one in Hindi, written by Kunwar Narain. I felt I just had to share some poetry with the world today.
The poem is addressed to Abhinavgupta, who is supposed to be an ancient philosopher-aesthetician of the 11th century recognition school of Kashmiri Saivite monism' (which I don't know anything about).
Careful, Master!
The mirror lies
all that is to our right
it shows to our left,
all that is to our left
it tells to our right.
Thus
there is scope for doubt too
as to whether we are standing on our head
or our feet?
Or
is it not
that joining the sky and the abyss
an imaginary line
cuts right and left at a point
that is in fact truth's most sensitive point?
The poem above is a translation by Apurva Narain or the original one in Hindi, written by Kunwar Narain. I felt I just had to share some poetry with the world today.
The poem is addressed to Abhinavgupta, who is supposed to be an ancient philosopher-aesthetician of the 11th century recognition school of Kashmiri Saivite monism' (which I don't know anything about).
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