For those of you that don’t know me on Twitter, my user name on there (and indeed, on most platforms that require a user name) is The Poet Pyronius. I have been using the internet handle Pyronius in one form or another since I was 14, and even gave the name to a character in my first novel. The poet part has been less true of late, since most of my spare time is spent either writing non-fiction or focusing on my novel. Still, there was a bygone era when I would read poetry at the local pub to a score of bawdy bogans, and I’d like to share some of that poetry with you now. Though perhaps not my most provocative, it’s still my favourite. It’s called ‘Mantra‘ –
Om was the sound of creation’s first blast,
Om was the first of Omega, the last,
Um is the sound that lives in between,
Reminiscent, in doubt, of forgotten Om’s mean,
Giving pause to expansion always heard, never seen.
Err was the tainting of Om’s noble grace,
A mistake often uttered in lieu of Om’s face,
As existence expanded, adaptation demanded,
That Ah and Oh need not be reprimanded,
To arrive at the end Om in steady formed pace.
But the truth of the Om is that which we crave,
As Om is a sound, and sound is a wave,
A wave which can shake matter’s sea to the core,
While a matter of energy divides divine shore,
No one man can drive Om, it will take many more.
‘Mantra‘ is now available to purchase in tote bag and t-shirt form from the eyE[before]Store page.
I’ve also added a couple more t-shirt designs available for purchase, including a Tim-Burton-inspired ‘Nightmare Before Diwali’ Om design;
As well as a t-shirt print of one of one the favourites from my art gallery, ‘Ariel‘.
Om Namah Shivaya.