Leela's Game

The author takes us on a poetic journey through South India, from a small town in Kerala to an ashram in Maharashtra, to the beaches of Goa and back to her roots. Join her on this journey of the soul and feel free to explore beyond. 

“Leela” which means God’s Divine Play in Hindi, is used playfully here as an Indian woman’s name.

This book can be found for sale at Sapienza's Bookshop in Valletta, Malta or ordered online by contacting me Here

"Poetry means a state of being where the mind is no longer interfering between you and existence; when there is communion between you and existence – direct, immediate; when you are suddenly possessed by the whole, where you disappear as a separate entity and the whole starts speaking through you, starts dancing through you; where you become a hollow bamboo and the whole transforms you into a flute.

Poetry is the whole descending into the part, the ocean disappearing into the dewdrop." - OSHO

Here are a few excerpts from Leela’s Game:

India

India serenades me
With fine memories
As the black crows cry unbearably.
Claws clutching at my heart
They wrench it out
And leave it to bleed.
For me to see
And for them to feed

India kindly show me your gentler face
For in the repulsive spitting of your men
You are disgraced.

Monsoon Sky, grey and fickle,
You lean on the world and cry.
Your tears wash away the dust from
The lost material wealth of Mankind

This living beast that walks your streets,
As the decaying damaged feet
Carry weary souls along their way.

The dirt is not hidden
As the old man defecates
In a public place

With shameless humility
He combs his hair and brushes his teeth,
And gives me a curious peer -
The strange white-skinned girl

Please do not treat me like a queen
Because I am a Christian by baptism
You make me want to be
A Muslim
Or a cripple,
Just to test
If I’d still be blessed
With your honors,
Your finest food
And your best dress

22nd October 2001
Kottayam, Kerala


Kerala Bus 

I sit in the front with your women 

wondering who has placed me here 

to see this blissfully soft tragedy. 

The old woman nudges and squeezes in between. 

Flesh rubbing against flesh, 

young girls’ arms brush accidentally, and not

against me. 

Our seats vibrate and shake. 

I hold on to the flimsy metal frame for my life’s sake. 

These women – chaste or just repressed?

Is it longing they carry unfulfilled 

in their sari-wrapped chest?

If I ever hoped to die 

now I ask to stay alive 

like a mantra, repeatedly, 

while the dark man drives. 

22nd October 2001
Kottayam, Kerala

The River of Souls

The River of Souls

Flows from high to low

We drown in its stream

Like the Seen in the Unseen

The Truth is near

The Water is clear

Yet our bodies dirty it with our Fear

The water is transparent

The temperature is kind

And yet we fill it

With the mud of our Mind

 In the River of Souls

We merge and unite

Like Spheres of Light

Which melt and ignite

The Delta branches out from the Nile

And yet the River remains One

So why can’t  we just Be

Like the River is to the Sea?

2nd February 2002, Kerala


A Billion Buddhas 

A Billion Buddhas 

Sleepwalking in a Dream 

May they awake and drink 

From Consciousness’s pure stream 

And help the divide between 

Divinity and Humanity to heal! 

29th February 2003 Gozo, Malta

God 

God, if I could See 

How would you Be? 

Would you have
the smiling eyes of Krishna?
The graceful contours of his face?
His open, sweet embrace?
Would your skin be soft and blue like Vishnu? 

Would you have the compassionate heart of Buddha’s lotus dew?

The strong arms of Rama? 

The warrior’s passion of Arjuna? 

The powerful lingam of Shiva? 

The sculpted legs of Adonis? 

The healing hands and humble feet of Jesus? 

Oh God! If I could See 

How would you Be? 

Would you look like the old and young men 

who walk the streets?

Or are they but faded images of your true Beauty
Until they find the Essence of your Love & Humility

God, if I could See would I fall in love with Thee?
God, if I could See how would you Be? 

22nd June 2003 Malta


Leela’s Game 

We’re all in it with spirit 

Although our parts we play 

In very different ways 

And on the surface we may have 

So many different names 

We’ve all been taught different rules to play 

Leela’s Divine Game 

& yet our oneness remains essentially the same 

& here we are - gathering together.

Many different tribes Gathering together,
Following our Inner Guides. Gathering together,
One Unity with many different vibes 

To play our parts in this Cosmic Play 

within an open heart space - 

We create, we play, we shape our fates,

We act upon our worldly stage, 

within the reaches of Leela’s Game

Candolim Beach, Goa 15.01.04

To the Butterfly Men

As long as Man dreams he is a Butterfly
Hopping from flower to flower
He will only catch
the perfume of a Woman’s Soul

But if he stops long enough
To taste the sweet sap of her inner world
He will reach faster
Towards his journey Home

Heavenly Energy 

The sound of the sitar 

The taste of clove cigars 

The scent of frankincense 

Arising from afar 

A wave of compassion,
An expression of passion.

A mirroring twin soul 

I shall never come to know 

The yearning of the crows 

The sand beneath our toes 

& Amrita, the eternal juice of life, 

which simply flows and flows… 

6.02.04 Candolim Beach, Goa

Prayer to Quan Yin

O Quan Yin
Goddess of Heaven
Mistress of Compassion
The Eternal Feminine

The Buddhic Plane
Within your reach
For Truth & Guidance
Your energy we do beseech

O Quan Yin
Icon of Love & Mercy
Fierce Lions guard your Protection
Quench the drought
Of all those that art thirsty

Let us live
As bodhisattvas on earth
So we may fulfill
The potential we’re truly worth

O Quan Yin
Goddess of Heaven
Mistress of Compassion
The Eternal Feminine

Erika Brincat © 2005

LM 4.20/12 USD
Impressions Digital Printing, Malta
ISBN No: 99932-0-320-3