Quiet sequence of tunes and ripples of fervent light,
Crowd heaven like trillion hungry worms,
Bunching furiously beneath sea weeds.
Not happy, but I longed for you.
Compassionate mother, quiet forever,
Wish to die again.
Frothy bodies, weightless like shadows,
Sail smoothly upon themselves.
Sea waves creeping upon sea slab.
Whitish, foamy, permeable, lucent beings
Festooned with blinking clothes of ray.
Dancing around celestial thrones,
Seeking the precious face of God
Is this the second phase? Like He is not
Shouting alleluia as angels go...