In one infinite circularian
A man-made ego
The conscious ones
Now versus its consciousness
What does it feels like?
To be able to taste the absolute sweetness? The so-called epithet of valor, a wine from the river of Sanga…?
What does it feels like…
To realize that all your magnificence is nothing but a mere relend-able gift.
It is now your wisdom, versus The Wisdom. Your words, versus The Word. Your standards, versus The Standard
And as lovely as the highness sensation that you probably hold so very dearly… what to be share of it is nothing quite what is seen.
In the presence
Of the infinite awakening
Here goes the pen, again. Slowly, inhabited by life.
Arise in motion the unconditional love
Harmlessly falls as a bolt of flowing water
Electrocute the symmetry of the sun and moon in precession
A secret language of impaling tears strikes me in a suave manner
Motherly made an entrance for the Son within the Rainbow
Riddles-embracing-secrets written in these manlike eyes..
Perhaps, a fulfilling prophecy of the favor in the wound
The poem was written back in Nov 7, 2011 (facebook.com). Quietly just before another major changes happened in my life. It has a special meaning, indeed.