There is a billion of you
But only one me.
In the billions of you,
I found him.
As the brightest stars emerge from the dark,
There’s him that shimmers and calls my name.
I look at it, admire it.
Knowing that my gaze will never wear off.
At last, He shines brighter
And the only thing I want to do is stare at it for longer.

Every morning sunshine,
I wish I can hug you and say you are mine,
People hate you for summer,
During winter they love you, to keep ‘em warmer.

Oh dear! Evening’s pleasant breeze,
So cool, but it won’t freeze,
Sailing through the ocean,
In the waves we can see your motion.

Brighty moon,
Every-time I see you, my worries swoon,
So clam without any reason,
Satisfying so many hearts, without a season.

My lovely droplets of rain,
Too much of you is a pain,
Moderately so many farmers gain,
Is it your anger? floods and droughts, destroying every grain?

The worlds greenery,
A satisfying nature’s scenery
It is calm and not that Ordinary,
Holds power to destroy humanity, in its plenary.

If you observe with faith, you can see gods,
Which will protect you in all odds,
All disasters from Air, Sea, Earth, Fire and outer worlds,
Showering their love, wrath, anger and all their moods.

Sun, moon and all its season,
A cosmic balance, no natures treason,
We should be kind and respect weather as a boon,
It is from the gods and they are the world's platoon.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind

I want to hold the moon, in the stillness.
As a newly healed being, forgetting his illness.
With transcendent secrets, long lost, and unheard.
Converge with the earth, my body returned.

It's not just the glow that my soul truly seeks-
But the calling of a gnosis, at its brilliant peak.
The kind that would nurture without word or touch.
With pulses divine, surging through me in flux.

I want to push oceans, form the tides Mighty sway.
As nova's light the way, even brighter than the day.
Not where I am dying, but drifting sublime.
Through a cosmic stimulation of emotions and mind.

To hold the moon is to be as the dark,
The Infinite void with no ending or start.
To weave through galaxies in quantum ascent.
To be untethered, unmeasured, and unbent.

For there's a place where echoes of gnosis still call.
Where darkness is divine, as it stands without fall.
For when all existence comes to end, as we know it.
Darkness not only lives but will thrive by the moment.

The stars told a secret, the divine know our depths.
Our intentions are gold. We're not at fault for our steps.
I want to walk where quantum waves ebb and flow,
And merge with the calm, only the moon has ever shown.

To hold the moon is to live as the night.
No longer chasing myths of a misguiding light.
To rest with the shadows, unobserved in their allure.
My failing charred heart, reborn by the nights cure.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦