The sound of Timeless
The touch of serene photons
The aroma of miracles
The non-sensorial sparkle.
Supreme king of the universes,
You stand where no coordinates are
Your dimension is without gravity,
The most spacious yet beyond any space,
Nearer than the nearest.
You weren't given and nothing can be lost of you,
Set in the hottest fire, burning happens not
Showered by tornadoes, remaining clear and clean,
Endlessly elastic, impossible to splinter
Thy saintliness discards the spell of the seen.
Twinkling in the metaphysical eye
At the heart of a conscious Being,
Only that can know you.
Topic(s) of this poem: metaphysical, spirit, life, consciousness
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