Immortal, Boundless Consciousness
A flame that never goes cold,
The Absolute instilling itself
Into its own perishable forms,
Making life undulate in all points.
It is that,
Which does not get old or is born,
Illness finds impossible to put down,
Gloom or overjoy won't wrap it,
Improvement or loss can't happen.
Monday, April 6, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening,consciousness,heart,life,spirit