Monday, June 4, 2018

Transcendent beauty

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In each flower, in each tendril,
In the sky, Whose beauty flies?
Never savored, beyond words,
Heaven's nectar keeps on falling.

That beauty shoots out of a raging tide
From days gone by to far past time.
Spreading beyond the world of form,
Mid formlessness it does succumb.

In the life that's unitary, rising and falling
On a rolling path are many daring journeys.
That same beauty is always there, being everlasting,
Thwarting untold number of blockades
On a sea of light in the cosmic game.

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1 comment:

  1. His loveliness belies description. It defies mind but decides life.