The dusk arrives tonight dressed in
An arabesque veil of fire
Angels are landing on the sleeping sea
A moment of Stillness arises with the wind.
Orchids are sliding from the whitish clouds of silk and milk
Air's bubbles are stitched in beats of gongs
As if waves of chaotic sounds are tangled by a mysterious force
Uniting them forever, sheltering them in the Void of Existence
Just as the leftovers of the day are hosted
on the purple beach.
The world is awakening to the Pulse of the darkness
With twigs of Spirit spinning in the Mandala of Life
Now we're all walking with lotus feet, with shapeless bodies,
Beyond any type of form,
Living in the palace of Immortality
As royals of a Kingdom of Love
Never leaving the garden of Truth.
I, am lying on the bottom of the sea
Sinking in the steam of Presence,
Of sacred peace,
OM SHANTI SHANTI SHANTI.
Topic(s) of this poem: esoteric
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