Without name


the landscape of my vector to you
my silence is the basic sound
for all sounds
to spring from mesmerised reality
of frozen world
sleeping wisdom odd beauty
wondrous existence
bliss stolen from gods
discovery of a line and its direction
is like discovery of breathing method
one’s axis
one’s spine
one’s arrow of hope
for eternal life
breath may hit the fruit
cracked, it leaks
white juice of life
drips in the centre
of the heart, wakening
one’s beauty
one’s eternity
one’s love

December 08

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