The music of the Spheres emerges
From a garden of perfection,
Where Beauty and sweetness melt in Grace,
On top of a blessed mountain.
Honey is pouring from the open heart of the Sun,
White flames burn out through lacy caves,
Orchids, cashmere and sandalwoods are pampered
In the fresh waterfalls of Love,
In bergamot-filled tears of bliss.
The festivities of life unravel ubiquitous,
Choirs of deities recite bhajans of Freedom
Melodies of light are sung by virtuous stars,
A ballerina rests here deeply
On an imperial dark chocolate throne.
Fig trees are rooted in the lapis heavens,
In this wonderland of Spirit,
Shiva - the Celestial Emperor
Home - in his unfathomable arms.
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy, metaphysical
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