Proximity Poem by Prabir Gayen

Inner peace /proximity

I got thee in the innermost lawn of my being,
rapt in deep state of invention.
Walking careless on the way of my heart.
I got thee the way my thoughts end,
Thou to embrace me with painless worry.
The pulsating breast stops and in the interval
I am one with thee, a deep communion of
blissful proximity.
I got thee in the thoughtless aura of absoluteness and mind dissolves into the
greatness of nonentity.
Thou art the ethereal being, the sustenance
Of my incorporeal self.
O Stella my divine portion undivulged from timeless space hold me on thy quaking chest
to fill it, the empty bowel, full of life.
I am one to pluck thee from the bower of my interiority.