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Celestial Transitions

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Celestial Transitions

In the sunlight, there is noise: an unharmonic noise of a turbulence above me, as I am deep into layers, buried beneath pressures that seems to defend me. They defend me as walls, which I am not sure if are choking me further or helping me break the ruthlessness of the storm.

In the dark, there is silence. There is silence of Nothing, a nothing reaching out to me in hope to be seen & felt as something.

In white light dimming drowsily beneath sheets of smoky silk, I am following footprints from a life before.

The light steals me from a self-knowing best achieved in a tranquility of perceived ignorance. In the pain on this ignorance, I may have known myself better. But we have to wait now, for another day to pass; we have to wait a half-life or so, more.

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Vision(s)

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An endless expanse, gleaming sands

stretch out, as Infinity

in the desert of my heart.

 

There is no time,

no time to be lost.

There is no time,

no time to be gained;

in the name of all things

worthy of winning…

Won only, to be yet,

lost again

in the winds of Time,

in the unsettling grain;

in more timeless spaces,

deserts of

undying hearts.

 

Today, once more

I wish to be alone.

Today, once more

I long for the silence

in the corners of my mind,

as an untamed river,

to exude:

to exude in the interplay

of Light, her darker

shades.

I long for the silence

to paint in a

Nothing Black,

the sobbings of this soul.

Stars as Atoms

 

As one who has touched

the face of Death,

As one who has drunk

from the cup,

sweet venom, of Life.

As one seeking

reflection

in the mirror, of all Divine;

the ship has long since

drowned,

in waiting, to drown.

 

Now I am free,

free as a sun-ray, from

a sunlit sky,

free to float

in the ocean of

Love.

 

 

An Ode to Silence

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A rush of feelings unspoken, words unfelt:

In a daze of illusory righteousness,

It was your demons I fed, I adorned;

And mine with whom I went to bed.

 

What does a child know of (revered) sanity!

What do they care for childlike purity!?

I lose touch with my fabric of woven riddles,

I’d rather be naked than masked in disguise.

I’d rather be someone else for a moment,

Than to be me, and be full of lies.

 

The dance she MUST dance, to keep away from hell.

 

No disciples desired, no fame required;

Each time we would sit, Him we admired.

An intense whiteness , for what we aspired:

Nothing is mine, all is only acquired…

I am only to watch, being watched,

To recognize, this, and

To see my stance being played,

And being played well, indeed.

 

Master! Mercy! For your sake of God!..

This flower shows healing in her winter harvest;

Blossoms in a white, as liberated as Death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I See You

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To be in a place, so wondrously enchanted

In an instance, where my fairy tale wish gets granted.

 

The tune David hummed; like a spell

Was cast over those who could listen well:

Love transcended upon the hills;

No vacant notes, no cheap thrills…

 

Each chord escaping, from his lyre,

Would pierce through their souls, set on fire.

No more was a need for a talk of words:

Nothing ambiguous, nothing absurd.

 

Sweet winds of favour do have to arise.

So, turbulence of the waves holds no surprise.

I pay attention to your silence more than to your voice:

Your rhythm my focus, whilst blocking all noise.