Journey to the eternity

Breeze doesn't claim while soothing, The Sun doesn't claim when he spreads light, Mother Earth doesn't claim the fragrance she emits, Not even animals remember the joy they give. Why then, only the human mind is obsessed with being the giver or receiver? Who is charitable, generous, loving? — What myth this mind is! The vessel that exists to realise… thinks? The bridge that exists to pass over… beholds? Dwijaha, just be: As thee eternally been. Just a speck of cosmic dust in the breath of the eternity.

Flow within, knew no bounds of time, and fingers ooze glow Love is all a theme more felt, less known, far less expressed, how A poor man guised as a normal being, laden with expectations of others Disguised by his skin, do you also see his heart, or only judge him by his words and actions?  Heart's actions go unplanned, ungauged, unintended, untangled, untimed Straight from spirit, that sees the beyond, timeless, detached, love-drenched. You're not my object of love, you're a part of the love for ages You're not the aim of my will, but we are cells of promised destiny  You see me, and see me to see you, when I am You, how do you see? I feel you in me, but if you feel me apart from you, how am I to solve? Let's solve this in silence. I go to my shell, meditating on my heart. Let's understand this in reverence,  holiness is not analysed, it's felt deep in the heart.