ART OF CREATION
tide and ebb follow one after another,
resonance in space and time reels into eternity,
distinction mingles into instinct of impulsion,
love intones by affirmation of innocence.
endearment evolves into another world,
earthly dedication lays in sweet dream,
to conceal desire heart beacons to distant shore,
fascination is a monologue aspires to dream.
Joy within and beyond accelerates to slosh
white beams of full moon reflexes to fall
earth reciprocates to uplift resonance
green rejoices blazing glory of florescence,
right path delivers virtue of own god
silence absorbs disparity by differences
whisper stems to unify lonesome hours
protraction is an art of healing sorrow.
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I would like to translate this poem
As usual you're TOP NOTCHED in poeming [conceptualizing] [1] '...time reels into eternity...' Mahakala...[Time Immemorial] ~ Veda..else are temporal Time is The Witnessor...Great Watcher...anti clock motion reels in retrieval but clockwise in the chasm of past [Eternity] [2] '...right path delivers virtue of own god...' ~ I'm That'...Veda... is old Summum Bonum [3] '...protraction is an art of healing sorrow.' ~ indeed Time is best healer Great Poem Dada...I'm learning much form you and will be learning Regards niv PS Read my new post ‘Sister Don’t Give Me Opiate I Want To Taste Death’ ~ [Drama in Real Life] excuse me for inviting here as my life is very hard here...I've down loaded your e-book n