Supramental Sun Language


Sunset mine, you are not mine
A land not mine, still
This Sun where I was born

Floating as if forever in golden-orange
Forever memorable, these bright rays
That flower on my chest

Tuck under my ribs
Giving heat to my tired bones
Chill and fresh, making my

Rosy limbs the air drunk freedom
Like the secrets inside of me
Waking me, my beloved last revolution

The day ethereal taste~
Speaking the cosmos (as we touch)
Do you touch me or do

I touch you, I speak the truth-language
When I recount the variety
Of your vowels: dusk, twilight, dawn

Giving knowledge to all
And brightness for the sunrise to subdue
And I desire nothing but the self’s flame
To disappear in you, on a cloudless sky.

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