A dhow is cruising on the Arabian sea,
Searching for a land of supreme harmony and calm,
Its wooden floors dissolve into a mirage,
In a chalice of stirred salt and stellar winds.
There are no reflections on this water,
It's just a dampened desert of a Sun
Without erupting from a dot in the sky,
Sparkling from within those circles called
The Flower of Life.
It follows the slow, muzzy pirouettes of Aurora Borealis,
Curious as a baby exploring sights and sounds
Trusting a natural route - the Tao,
Seduced by millions of rainbows,
Springing from a harbor of stillness,
Hidden in a mountain where ancient gods live.
Incantations and chants of joy pierce the windows this dhow
A serenade of flutes and sitars,
And the voice of a nymph laughing,
Transfixes this wonderer of the seas.
The boat stops its tired engines,
It feels as if they were forever running,
Since before Logos has emerged,
Prior to the vibration of Aum.
It forgot its form, the route or precious spices it once carried,
In this trance of effulgent sounds
It meets the captain of all ships and sailors,
From which Love was born.
Topic(s) of this poem: love, mystical, spiritual
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