*I am your roar,
of anger,
pure power
released without
any reserve
creating fear
when it's the need
of the hour.
I am your fragrance,
that wafts, attracts
makes everyone
take note.
I am your bite severe,
incisors and canines
deeply driven
without a thought,
surge of pure pleasure
expressed in a way
that may seem cruel
when the tremors of ******
washes over every cell
merging it in to a flow
seeking the sea of tranquility.
I am your moment of stillness
you, a drop of dew
that glows and awaits rebirth
when the sun kisses and dissolves you
in few golden moments.
I am your smile
so gentle, that makes
my heart stand still
with a feeling that come from
the heart of cosmos.
I and you aren't two
we lose the deep consciousness
by the play of this illusory world
where we pretend
we do things to survive
and earn a right of passage.
Nirvana happens here
in this life, in small packages,
we pretend that we are contented,
but never lose sight the truth:
eternity is our true abode,
where we aren't different,
but one and the same
along with all the others.*
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
*I am your roar,
of anger,
pure power
released without
any reserve
creating fear
when it's the need
of the hour.
I am your fragrance,
that wafts, attracts
makes everyone
take note.
I am your bite severe,
incisors and canines
deeply driven
without a thought,
surge of pure pleasure
expressed in a way
that may seem cruel
when the tremors of ******
washes over every cell
merging it in to a flow
seeking the sea of tranquility.
I am your moment of stillness
you, a drop of dew
that glows and awaits rebirth
when the sun kisses and dissolves you
in few golden moments.
I am your smile
so gentle, that makes
my heart stand still
with a feeling that come from
the heart of cosmos.
I and you aren't two
we lose the deep consciousness
by the play of this illusory world
where we pretend
we do things to survive
and earn a right of passage.
Nirvana happens here
in this life, in small packages,
we pretend that we are contented,
but never lose sight the truth:
eternity is our true abode,
where we aren't different,
but one and the same
along with all the others.*
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