You are the invisible canvas on which I am a painting indelible,
every minute you reflect in this mirror, my thirsting soul,
history of this love immortal, begins beyond the portals of time,
but my love, for ages, I've been searching relentlessly for you since.
What do I call this love, that consumes my every life,remains anew!
in wake, sleep and in the realm of dream, I feel your sublime presence,
my heart, filled with wonder, but at times slips in to a haze of despair,
then your presence becomes palpable as wind, rain or purple sunshine.
There isn't anything perfect,than this love, chants the Milkyway
invisible you are, but never ever, for a moment your presence is not felt
isn't it your mantra of love immortal, my heartbeats repeat?
*You are perfect, that glory I too reflect; I am within your embrace.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
You are the invisible canvas on which I am a painting indelible,
every minute you reflect in this mirror, my thirsting soul,
history of this love immortal, begins beyond the portals of time,
but my love, for ages, I've been searching relentlessly for you since.
What do I call this love, that consumes my every life,remains anew!
in wake, sleep and in the realm of dream, I feel your sublime presence,
my heart, filled with wonder, but at times slips in to a haze of despair,
then your presence becomes palpable as wind, rain or purple sunshine.
There isn't anything perfect,than this love, chants the Milkyway
invisible you are, but never ever, for a moment your presence is not felt
isn't it your mantra of love immortal, my heartbeats repeat?
*You are perfect, that glory I too reflect; I am within your embrace.
*"Poornamada, poornamidam, poornal poornamudachyathe.."
"That (the ultimate)is infinite, this (each being)is infinite; from infinite emerges the infinite..." opening Shanti (peace)mantra of Bhehadaranyaka Upanishad..
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