Treasure Island

Bazi alis Subrata Ray

(January / Formerly East Pahistan)

Atman Loves.


Hi my dear me,
Who ever you may be,
By culture and habit.

In you are there the reflector,
The unborn eternal monitor,
Where from illumines,
The aura of abstract wine.

And me a passer by,
Crawling towards the high way,
By, this not, that not -way.

And love, -if any, one claims,
Unifies with you, -who is there to blame,
For Atman by its virtue, is all love,
It manifests from this transient cup.

Submitted: Friday, November 08, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 09, 2013

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