Neither denial, nor acceptance,
Still nor of reflection's tress,
But yet, from senseless gate,
Seven trillion seas embrace!
Mercy! mercy! cries, Fantasy,
As bubbled dreams vanish,
A taste of some sort,
The azure Wild has brought,
And slips beyond, it finishes!
The aura boats, float and float,
On ocean of Samadhi's water,
Or curd stirred emancipated butter.
Or a bard with his poetic bird,
Sets a sail on imagination,
With a unit of light year, in a second,
A stillness still with no bend,
Mingles in abstract commotion!
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