Thy living Touch
Dive me deep into thy thought,
Day and night with dream and desire,
Thy immortal touch can flow that is rigid,
Melt hard stone with soft mellow fire.
Day passes not for mystic light,
Blue firmament doth call unseen
Wonderment.
The throbbing pulsation links eternal rest,
Mazy mind gropes in darkness,
Thy liquid love that mind affirms
for dreamless and sleepless
delight can make malady to take leave.
Thy touch fresh and lively
that may pulsate
Seeds to treeand stones to melt
Can give me a mighty drop to live.
Thy touch from manifold parts,
From every pulsating iota of Nature,
From the lovely dream and beyond dream,
The sweet glimpse of cosy coyness
Of loved one,
From the wrath of heinous enemy,
From death and pain,
Joy and sorrow is felt in my inner being,
Like the flow of waves or gush of wind,
The thunderstorm and flash of lightning.
The sudden clash of thunder
and flashes of light,
Or in slow chapter of painful waiting,
Thy touch is felt moment by moment,
Sometimes like freezing cold,
Sometimes hot like scorching pain,
In sun and shower and
summer and brumous,
In sleeping or awakening state,
Dreaming and Hypnotic Trance,
Thy touch is inexorable.
Thou art in me as the coolness
in water,
Warmth in the house of fire,
Like kernel in fruit and
movement in breeze.
As living entity in all living quod,
Thou art as soul pristine.
Thou art 'O My Master'!
In every sheath of my being,
Every bare portion of my self,
I do believe in thee and do not believe,
Yes, I do not believe,
Belief is a doubt standing behind,
I feel thee and thy touch without belief,
My naked soul knows thee and feels
Thy divine touch,
Without mind thou art me as mine,
Ocean drops into a tiny drop of my being,
Making me a vast ocean,
In the innermost seat of my heart,
In the cloudless and reverse
flow of my Mind,
The mindful state on No-Mind thou art,
As flickering fire without flame,
As wordless virtue of Nothing.
Thou art as host and the guest,
And I am there in-between as
Vagrant Witness.
@prabir Gayen -28/02/2019 - 1: 14 PM. www ex
Thy Living Touch...... Thou art in me as the coolness in water, My naked soul knows thee and feels Thy divine touch.............Absolutely A Masterpiece, Prabir, laden and layered, this Most Beautiful Devotional will find its way as an excellent and loveliest Masterpiece. I congratulate thee, with this place, dear Poet.
Very thinks dear Sylvia, My dearest friend...you are to me a great inspiration...
Dive me deep into thy thought, Day and night with dream and desire, Thy immortal touch can flow that is rigid, Melt hard stone with soft mellow fire
this poem is so great i really wish i could make something as good as this one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) 2 - stanza 3: " andbrumous" ? ? do you mean " and brumous ('foggy and wintry') " or anadromous (a type of fish which migrates to spawn) ? ? i'm guessing you or PH left out a space. and " qoud" aka " prison" ? you have introduced me to new-to-me words (3) i shall never use (probably) . (cont.)
And brumous (brumous stands for winter)
Quod is prison....but I used it as existence (Latin word)