Friday, December 19, 2008

Everlasting Voices

O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still;
Go to the guards of the heavenly fold
And bid them wander obeying your will
Flame under flame, till Time be no more;
Have you not heard that our hearts are old,
That you call in birds, in wind on the hill,
In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore?
O sweet everlasting Voices, be still.

W.B. Yates was a renowned Celtic poet and his poetry carries a deep insight into very nature of existence. When I read the lines of this short poem he had written 1922, I was moved by its significance to the ultimate finality of all manifestations. Human existence can be defined as our current consciousness frozen in every instant of time. The cacophony of voices or inputs that we receive through our senses determines our current consciousness and hence our current existence. Stilling these voices can be achieved only by our mastery over the influence of our senses. It raises the question that we need to ask ourselves at every moment of lives as to what exactly we want to see, hear, smell, feel, taste and think.

The three gunas specified in the Vedic philosophy is the sum total of this exercise wherein one can be highly driven or lethargic or be proactive towards achieving the highest goal through equanimity and balance.

The banishment of the sense induced consciousness from the earthly realm to a cosmic domain gives it a higher role of removing the guards or barriers that hinders true perception. This perception is equated to the inner core of Agni or flame, an inner realization beyond the dictates of time.

Even higher levels of sense awareness, which we arrive at when we have matured in our thinking, that leads us to appreciate the subtle messages we receive from nature has to be quietened to be in union with a higher reality.

Love to you all


  1. It was a truly educative as also an enjoyable read.

  2. Bhaskar,
    Thank you for your appreciation

  3. As one who has done exitensive study of the poetry of Yates, I find the explanation intriguing yet illuminating.
    The beauty of poetry is that we get different flavours which can be enjoyed by discerment that comes out of extensive knowledge