we chase the sunset
to make sure we dont
miss the 20 minutes
the dazzling scarlet sphere
hangs in the sky like an
enlightened yogi who has
achieved the highest point
of his meditation, a 360 degree
concentration of the divine
energy that helps open
his cakara so that he now
rises above himself to have
a clearer look of the world
a world where desires like
the winds and water play
twin devils to make the sun
a frayed and distorted copy
of itself wavering helplessly
and mired in its own lightings
the evening sun is a yogi
collected and illumined in thoughts
a full confidence with unpretentious
shine filled full with contentment
it pulls a tide in us too lighting up
our face with spiritual fulfilment
a climax in a 20 minute that lifts us
above the sun in the sky and the one
in the sea
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem