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Mar 2020
IN MEMORY’S ELIXIR
(Bijoylakshmi Das, 10th March 2020)
Let all my breath be yours –
In the Land of Freedom’s Bliss,
The Earth has its ephemeral wonder
Tightly clasped to her unwavering feet.

The untouched vast of intransience
Are playthings of the Unparalleled from Above,
I do rejoice in pomp and pageantry
Of the immaculate paradise of His love.

In mind’s blazen labyrinth
With concocted delight’s deformed desires,
Man has lost his way to Godhead
Which speaks within in solitary hours.

Dies deep in the depth
Of the unimagined dreadful abyss,
Love for the body and mind
So futile but clasped by its serpentine kiss!

In my thickets of trenchant thoughts
Far beyond the spirit’s uninvadable realm,
My sleepless night’s dreamless trance
Awakes me to the Invisible’s ken.

Creation’s mysteries unexplained
Unveil the unsolved riddles before me,
I’m in love with the Absolute Supreme
With none as my enemy.

The infinite joy hidden in the transience,
The illimitable bound in its limits,
There blossom the flowers of the Fairyland:
The splendour of Elysian Beauty.

Do you ever seek for the Unknown
In the lonely hours of self’s demise?
To reach the goal of your Pole Star
In the inner awakening’s rise?

In my inexperienced expedition
Of my little Self’s earnest quest,
I sail my boat alone, all alone
To meet my Beloved, the Eternal Guest.

Oh Mortal! You die death in each moment
In your futile sojourn of body and flesh,
How can you hearken to the Invisible
That goads you in each moment?

Leave your petty attire aside
Which serves as the deceitful masquerade –
Of your beautiful inner being:
Sanguine, transcendent and pure.

You are no more the little ‘I’
That dwells in the finite orb,
Listen to the Clarion Call:
Your sacrifice in His Flame of Love.

There exists no friend, nor foe
In the Kingdom of the Absolute free,
I merge in You, and You merge in ME
In the most exalted bliss of Harmony.
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Written by
Bijoylakshmi Das  68/F/Puri
(68/F/Puri)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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