To My Heart Poem by Prabir Gayen
To My Heart
The song of heart no 5
- Come to my heart-
I have built a house out of flower,
an alter to be 'the Love' in its idol.
I broke all the images that art built in thy
Name,
The worshipper is dropped and oneness is felt.
Heart is the temple and Love is the embodiment.
Come to this citadel, o my beloved the great,
I am waiting in this painful indolence.
Eternity is a single drop of ocean and I contain it in the deepest root of my rootless substratum.
Fragrance is heavenly and pelagic around the harborage of my being.
Love is God and thou art my formless is-ness.
Thy gift is enormous and I am wingless
to fly with such wideness.
Thou art there in my inmost self and covering is dropped for thy wakefulness.
Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage
Will be my self for thy prime presence.
Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage Will be my self for thy prime presence.
Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage Will be my self for thy prime presence.
Thy gift is enormous and I am wingless to fly with such wideness. Thou art there in my inmost self and covering is dropped for thy wakefulness. Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage Will be my self for thy prime presence. ....
Eternity is a single drop of ocean and I contain it in the deepest root of my rootless substratum.
Thou art there in my inmost self and covering is dropped for thy wakefulness. Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage Will be my self for thy prime presence.
Fragrance is heavenly and pelagic around the harborage of my being. Love is God and thou art my formless is-ness. Thy gift is enormous and I am wingless to fly with such wideness.
Eternity is a single drop of ocean and I contain it in the deepest root of my rootless substratum...
The worshipper is dropped and oneness is felt. Heart is the temple and Love is the embodiment. Come to this citadel, o my beloved the great, I am waiting in this painful indolence.
I have built a house out of flower, an alter to be 'the Love' in its idol. I broke all the images that art built in thy Name, ...
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Thou art there in my inmost self and covering is dropped for thy wakefulness. Come o my master to my heart and Hermitage Will be my self for thy prime presence. ...............