- - My Stella - 87 Poem by Prabir Gayen

- -My Stella - 87
.No two is there.

The sun rises and falls,
The tree grows and birds Twitter,
A blade of grass is the face of the Moon.
A clod makes booming sound when it falls,
A single Mind is everywhere,
Dust unto dust and I am nowhere.
Quintessence of my being is a vast sky,
A choiceless awareness, and witness of
No soul.
Vibration of my innermost nothingness doth
Cry with voiceless voice for thee,
For something without kinship.
Connection drops and relationship is washed away with void of oneness.
Nothing is great, nothing is trifle,
No two is there and I am undone into thee.