Honey Tastes Its Own Sweetness Poem by Ayni Poet

The Being awakened,
Liberated from the membrane of ignorance,
Which kept it sunk in the Akashic mirage,
For too long, for too deep,
A happiness arising as if
Existence showers fresh flowers on me,
A life more beautiful than a poem lived,
Honey tasting its own sweetness.

Tides are pulling and releasing,
Gestalts irrupt, settle or dance
Like colors blending with no choice or will
On a milky canvas,
Stains going down on that which is spotless
Or breaking forth as fireworks
No weight can be felt,
Pressure blew out its steam completely,
Time lost its rush in the encompassing void.

Submerged in an ocean of nectar,
Whispers are taciturn,
But there is a calling,
A presence saying:
"Belle âme, stay here,
Your purpose isn't journeying,

Dwell in Innocence,
Then your destiny is fulfilled".