poet Ayni Poet

Ayni Poet

Language Of Stillness

In the beginning it was no-thing,
Nothing to see, to grasp, to think
A seed of Light has fallen asleep
Resting in an imagined universe of color,
Of diverse beauty and sinuous delight,
Springing manifested multiplicity,
Appearing compact in this dream.

Oneiric lens create a place - a world,
Where Stillness envisions aliveness
Knowing itself through it.

This fantasy of no-thing-ness lasts
Only for a split second,
In fact consciousness does not know
A moment or what that could be,
Solely a finite mind might frame it
Believing in a beginning, a toss,
An end.

Stillness has no journey, nothing to display
It lacks a destiny or a director of the play,
This graceful presence has no name or attribute,
Yet within it all names arise
And dance.

Isn't life a dream of stillness?

What is that which you call 'I'?

Topic(s) of this poem: consciousness, creation, metaphysical, universe

Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 25, 2017
Poem Edited: Thursday, May 25, 2017

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Comments about Language Of Stillness by Ayni Poet

  • Jazib KamalviJazib Kamalvi (5/25/2017 3:58:00 AM)

    A nice idea. You may like to read my poem, Poetic Sense -1. Thanks

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