My stella -96
You are in me as me
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In the furnace of my heart,
as torpid pain of tacit words,
Unrhymed and chaotic flow,
Coagulated without form,
Thou wert as dream quaint and calm.
In chill and frigid hour of brumal solemnity,
When the earth is frozen with languorous strain of mortality,
taking the light of embodied soul,
Organism from entire shelf of Genesis,
Thou whispered into my being wizened
and gaunt with self pity.
Pattering of floating snow on drooping
Trees,
The fictive rays of artful Moon on undee profound,
The unheard booming muse of presence,
The great dance of existence,
Thou doddle as the vibration of my niddle-noddle whatness.
Thou art my sky, where no stars,
no blinking, no restless clash of forms,
No dungeon of self made heaven and
Practised sainthood.
There oozes blissful nectar of
Eternal spring of mindless beatitude,
and living with inherent pain of immensity.
Nothing fails like success and we grow
beyond happiness.
Who am I to thee and what am I to thee?
quoted thou once.
Ocean falls in dewdrops and it loses its limit.
Thou art the untranslated part of my consciousness,
The point of meeting of my knowing with the beyond.
The great dance of existence! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ocean falls in dewdrops and it loses its limit. Thou art the untranslated part of my consciousness, The point of meeting of my knowing with the beyond. .......fine poem.///