Premonition of Transcendence

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.

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