Sphota

Every once in a while, I do something that most of you would probably never expect me to do… I write poetry. I am not a good poet and I don’t pretend to be, but since I don’t use my saxophone to express my emotions as often as I used to, I suppose that creativity struggles to come out in different ways – sometimes as poetry. I’ve decided to take a big risk and open myself up to snickers (mmmm, Snickers), and post one of my recent poems here. The title is called “sphota” (pronounced like "I'm sphota study but I'm blogging instead"). Sphota is a sanskrit word that means “bursting forth/bursting through,” but the real meaning is much deeper than that. It is the Original Word, the one spoken by God at creation. It carries a very similar meaning to the word “Logos” in Christianity (John 1:1). Anyway, here is my paltry poem:

Sphota

Have we any idea
Bursting forth from behind
The wailing wall of words
Menacing, meddlesome, magical words
Behind the veil, the meanings are lost
The meanings and mean of meaning
Averaging out the meaning of our lives
Of relativity and relations
“Family, friends, neighbors, and strangers”
Simple words veiling the meanings which
Long to burst forth and shed their sheaths
Have we this idea or that?
Can this bursting forth be
Caputured once again?
Bursting forth from Thou to I
From mind to mind
From idea to idea
Or, menacingly and magically,
From Word to word