The gateway of my being
Is a wide open clarity
Where I am tired of speaking
I want to go beyond
Into the nameless silence
Where duality disappears
And forms seem unimportant
Unfasten my being into
Pure energy, quantum syrup
For the Ananda in my brain
I want to go on, I cannot;
I am not built for dreams
But destined to sing in
Imprisoned blood, separated
Like a self in egocentricity
Arriving forever at selfishness
Keen to behold a face of springtime
That is more expressive than instinct
Grant that I see the face of
The living one day, I wish
Everything would speak to me
Each pulse arriving forever
Only in the relative present
That is only an entrance of magical reflections.
Gorgeous and gorgeous autumn scenery too.
Just wonderful, makes me want to take a walk , awesome shot, love the colours !
Yes nature is the cure.
I needed this one today. Your poems can be like vitamins. Thank you.
You’re on a roll, guy! Each one better than the one before! Are you going through an exceptionally mystical time? Sorry, that’s none of my business!! 😀
Very moving. Loved the”quantum syrup” it invoked a slow-motion image in my mind of walking down the path in the picture.
Entirely Beautiful 🙂 Double Joy and Blessings, For Tuesday 🙂
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The struggle is real, hehe…