God's Play And All That I Have Seen Poem by Lovita Morang

God's play and all that I have seen

Free from fetters, clothed peacock feathers,
Bondages of being supreme, whims, yet a will
I feast on invitations that enters;
Shrinkage of sights,
Drags my baggages of sadness to stray, into entire world of undisturbed will,
Seal humbly into the altar of perfumed draped swords;
Sweetness in the windy murmur of fierce flames,
Splendour rustled over, gleaming grins of persuasion a sweet blame,
I cannot turn away, such spotless beam, that enters, in myriad glance,
A change- unlimited by such emphatical existence;

Divine ripen, humble stumble, I have introduced the origin of love to its sin,
Sinners do pass by, I enter face to face, toiling tumult
into into Lord of Universes, unseen;
All beings breathing,
All love churns charisma to arrive within;
I sustain, I sing, I constellate, I curse evil doings,

Infinite is eye's tears,
In transcendental thrill human- bodied
As indestructible earth-lover,
Devoteesof beauty, victory believer

In lights you live,
In dark you make dreams to relive
In this kingdom of mankind,
My eyes are in heaven,
In heights of sky, I measure my kind

In the abode of abundance, streaming
I dwell as possessor of nothing,
In everything solace all encompassing,
I embraced in my sweetned breast, passing speechless,
O beloved harbinger,
my lover, in God's play,
I find a road beneath the river,
wailed and walked into all what I have seen.
-Lovita J R Morang