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The Mystery Of Word Divine. by Ray Subrata

Thought feeling and sense,
Seek entrance.
With image and idea divine.
Through word, they reflect and shine.

The greater the Being is agile,
The brighter the words it trails
On stations of mind’s cultivation
Words get empowered with motion.

Here it elevates the mind, there it clouds
Here it spreads ardor, there joy it alouds.
It takes its journey from the mind’s periodic table,
And exposes, image and pictures, like a television cable.

Submitted: Tuesday, May 03, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, May 04, 2011


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