Light Without A Perimeter Poem by Ayni Poet

Journey with me through the warm steam,
Discarding your robe on the antique brownish wooden floor
Leaving behind the springtime and the winter too,
Stretching that paper soul,
Catch those sattvic drops
Angels of fire throw like a boomerang,
Decode their words of crystal
Which derail your quantic field
Let the earthy heels be lifted
And your cocoon decomposed,
Until you fairly see
That inner and outer aren't cleaved,
A single light with no perimeter
Is the creator and the oeuvre
Concurrently,
Exploring itself as unpredictable motion,
As breath and death,
Ad infinitum.

You are that!

Tat Tvam Asi.