It’s a pure night
Moon and his light
Painted on the stilled river’s canvas
Attention seated deep inside the infinite ocean
Whose depth I would never know
But that which always I yonder in ‘Awe’
Tapaswi’s in their penance
Have the set the stage of bliss
Where I do nothing and become part of everything
A moment stretched across two pauses
Train of silence interlude by nature and its emotion
Harmony of particles in being towards that one Yearning
It’s a Sky that was never reached
It’s a language that is thoughtless
It’s a wind that is void of any medium
If I need to speak of the unspoken
If I would paint the colours beyond perception
If Poems attempt to comprehend the ever incomprehensible
I say none
I paint dust
I am in lose to find one feather
Just I say
Just I surrender
Just I no more claim existence
I love you
My love lives in you
Discovering in itself the meaning and being of it
Moon and his light
Painted on the stilled river’s canvas
Attention seated deep inside the infinite ocean
Whose depth I would never know
But that which always I yonder in ‘Awe’
Tapaswi’s in their penance
Have the set the stage of bliss
Where I do nothing and become part of everything
A moment stretched across two pauses
Train of silence interlude by nature and its emotion
Harmony of particles in being towards that one Yearning
It’s a Sky that was never reached
It’s a language that is thoughtless
It’s a wind that is void of any medium
If I need to speak of the unspoken
If I would paint the colours beyond perception
If Poems attempt to comprehend the ever incomprehensible
I say none
I paint dust
I am in lose to find one feather
Just I say
Just I surrender
Just I no more claim existence
I love you
My love lives in you
Discovering in itself the meaning and being of it
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