poet Ayni Poet

Ayni Poet

Atum's Dream

Looking into infinity,
In a temple beyond emotions I drift,
There are no colours or forms around,
Solely a sense of "I".

It's a place where the voices of the Soul,
Loosen in a mist of Peace,
Of beatitude,
Of pure, untouched bliss.

In this place, hearts of the seen world,
Mingle with hearts of the Unseen,
Melting as a harmony of the Self.

It's safe to travel through the galaxies of possibilities
Whose veils fall with the clarity of Being,
And love like never before,
With the strengths of a beginning,
With the freshness of awaking,
After a deep, deep sleep.

Here we step out of Illusion
As a goddess of the water strips her dress of the hefty waves
Abiding naked, as her immortal, ever-present essence.

What remains then?

The ancient books of Egypt have said it too,
"Everywhere Atum will come to meet you",
In the unspoken words, in the absence of sounds,
In the unseen diamonds.

Topic(s) of this poem: dream, esoteric, god, infinity, peace

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2017

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