Biography of Ayni Poet
This poetry emanates from the communion with Source, from being One with it. Words that come are manifestations of the un-manifested. They don't belong to an identity, as I dropped any personal sense. After spiritual awakening, only a unified Presence is here. The poet, the poetry and the reader are the same form of Consciousness. A humble bow of Love towards those who read and comment on these poems. Aum Shanti!
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Ayni Poet Poems
Paint me with your eyes,
Draw me with your hands,
Kiss me with your warm skin,
The echoes of a spider's step rush,
And icy shells are murmuring a song
Underneath foamy shores sinking in epic solitude.
The show of life presents its plots
Hell and ecstasy braided like hair,
Endless games creation plays!
In light, in symbols and in dark,
In fullness and in emptiness,
Without space or time,
By the fluorescent green still lakes,
A pilgrim bows to mystical Kailash.
He came here for a once-in-a-lifetime sojourn,
Two souls are hanging on a branch of tree,
They're playing with each other,
In the early morning as they wake up
One, next to the other.
A pair of birds sings to them softly,
The rays of sun reach out their core
Petals of white roses fall from the sky
And a blue angel lands to keep them warm.