Netra

By Jivika Vikamshi

When the world is extinguished,

an inner sky ignites.

In that soundless night, an Om awakens,

and at Ajna’s secret gate

a third flame surges in silence.

That flame is the gaze of Vahni,

under which blossoms of longing burn to ash.

Mirages of the mind evaporate in its heat.

Masks of the self ignite and fall away as cinders.

They call it annihilation.

It calls it unveiling.

When the ashes settle, a cool radiance lingers.

From the brow’s altar, Amrita drips to anoint the heart.

A single sacred tear falls into the stillness-

a Rudraksha seed of grace nestled in the ruin.

Unblinking, the Sakshi within

watches worlds dance across the inner sky.

In its single eye, galaxies flicker like sparks.

Its vision is a Jyotirlinga-

a pillar of light with neither beginning nor end.

And when the inner eye fully opens,

there is no seer, no seen.

Only this: a boundless seeing,

silent, all-pervading, without a second.

Trinetrāya Namah

(The one who allowed rhe eye to open, even when it cut)

By Jivika Vikamshi