Every moment that I make love to you
is a moment of meditation,
Every moment is an opening.
The breaking of deep rooted shield
Of the fear,
Noetic Vicinity
for the icy hands of eternity.
The everlasting sleep stirs inside and inherent,
The elegance of mutation and permutation,
Of generic peace that gets silent pilgrimage.
The mundane nearness deepens the depth
of distance,
and the embrace of two Shores envelopes the ocean.
The more nearness dawns to me
the more close I am to your heart
to your essence.
The misery fails instantly against the song
Of metaphysical aloofness,
The rhythm of contemplative abstraction.
Two sides of life, the ocean and its shore
Collapse together in deep lingering concourse.
Your love and mushy embracing with wringing quietude and physical pain go into deathless virtue.
Mundane closeness brings noetic vicinity.
Your love and mushy embracing with wringing quietude and physical pain go into deathless virtue. Mundane closeness brings noetic vicinity.
for the icy hands of eternity. The everlasting sleep stirs inside and inherent, The elegance of mutation and permutation
Every moment that I make love to you is a moment of meditation, Every moment is an opening.
Every moment that I make love to you is a moment of meditation, Every moment is an opening. The breaking of deep rooted shield Of the fear, Noetic Vicinity.... Very beautiful lines... thoughtful
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Mundane closeness brings noetic vicinity... highly spiritual.......