The Four Yugas

THE FOUR YUGAS

There once was, or is said
(Within that strict restriction
Born by some imagined time)
A Krita Yuga, a Golden Age

But time in time moved on
Having nowhere else to go
Puppets demanding rituals
So birthed the Treta Yuga

Empty rituals have their day
Then lose direction, pass on
Smothered in moss and ivy
Dvapara Yuga, Age of Doubt

Doubt, a castle built on sand
Spews conflict and confusion
Good job we now have words
Record the current Kali Yuga

Stop … step outside of time

Abandon ancient scriptures
Except the ones that declare
There’s but a single moment
And here it is once again …

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on October 13, 2014, in Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. Love how you build to that last stanza…perfect.

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  2. I agree but a lot of religious people won’t.

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    • HOLY MYCELIA, BATMAN

      Religions are rather like mushrooms
      They spring up all over the place

      Some can provide illumination
      Others can provide nourishment

      Some can be poisonous, even deadly
      Best to take care, and choose wisely

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  3. Eloquently written, Ben. And I must say to the last 4 lines, “hear hear!”

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  4. So loved this one Ben… especially the last verse… Spot on.. 🙂

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  5. This is an amazing piece. The last line brings it all together.

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  6. I concur with everyone else; this is an amazing piece! Even though I don’t know a lot about yuga there’s so much to appreciate here. Well done!

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