My stibnite upon eyes,
Your shadow falls alike.
In which place, in which way, I reside,
It's as if You may not retire.
Your molecule, I am tiny;
And impurities are there.
But despite that, You, the Cosmic Repertory,
You've remained jam-packed in my psyche.
Eyes are opened by the morning sunbeams;
Love gets poured out unto Thee.
I rise on Your every beat,
Time having kept in order to please Thee.
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Tuesday, September 21, 2021
To myself I reply
It seems You've come for everyone...
Word having given, why did You not arrive?
Seated in expectation of Your arrival,
Ages aplenty, they've gone floating by;
How many nights... I don't even know that.
I hear You are present within the psyche;
To inner secrets You are listening.
But inside my mind, don't You reside?
Yesternight has disappeared;
Arrived has the crimson morning.
Yet this night of mine, why is it not excised?
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Monday, September 20, 2021
I just don't get that
On this advent of spring, at whose bower of psyche,
Stealthily, oh Mind-Thief, a flower You plucked.
You then went away, taking bloom with its honey;
But the stalk You left behind, hey Callous One.
I ruminate about only Your message;
But You go on making sport, not a word You utter.
In the pulse You bring is talkativeness,
And in that is my mental chukor;[1] absorbed.
Since time out of mind You are my companion
Upon the endless path, the thread of Your love.
You having wiped my tears, it keeps me tied up;
Thus, by Your ideation I've been stunned.
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Sunday, September 19, 2021
Forever in Your debt
You exist, and I too exist;
In these three worlds there is no one else.
Only You have fetched, also You have kept;
Your grace I gain in life and in death.
Only Your touch I obtain neath the daybreak's light;
Through lotus and water lily wakens only Your delight.
Inside a desert You bring bounty green and succulent,
Like a pleasant dream, coated with sweetness.
On vast blue sky You caper with a flower's fragrance;
Unbodied in psychic niche, You drift akin to a dim hint.
Like a sedate lightning Your splendid beauty grins
For cosmic mind, both without and within.
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Saturday, September 18, 2021
Perception and relativity
My coming and my going
Is Your pleasure's whimsy, Dear.
Life and death, my receiving of it,
That's not worthy of Your notice.
The span of a day is long for me;
For You ten million years is scanty.
Boundless and very deep is the great sea,
But it's not even a dewdrop for Thee.
I arrive on Your current of effulgence;
I am floating, tugged by Your attraction.
Riding on Your loving stream,
Though I exist, no I is there.
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Friday, September 17, 2021
My love goes on
Many a time I've called to Thee for making greeting.
You did not arrive, Dear; do tell the reason.
Oh please say why, do tell the reason.
Arranging a welcome-tray, I have cried;
But the tears from my eyes You failed to see.
With morning flowers I have kept a garland strung,
Heart poured out in twilight's blood-red colors.
So many songs I've sung for You to hear;
But audition did not happen.
For Your listening nothing more will I speak;
Your mind does not wish my love to receive.
In a quiet psychic niche, always I'll keep tracing
A memory of Thee resplendent.
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Thursday, September 16, 2021
The sun also rises
To me He had said:
"In what respect should you fret;
I am here, so do not cry."
Myself He had told:
"The golden light will arrive;
It will rid all ebony;
Mind my words, and don't forget."
A line of stars in the heavens
Say they also are not helpless.
By moon's smile will get erased
Their pain and distress.
In the scorching heat of summer,
If flames be unbearable,
A southern breeze will carry
Honeyed implication.
From anybody's pinching words,
If at heart be felt a hurt,
The tune of hawk-cuckoo, essence of ambrosia,
Will remove all torment.
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