Love After The Death Of The Black Snake. Poem by Subrata Ray

Love After The Death Of The Black Snake.

Love was here in my heart,
As it was there in you,
We are linked with love,
Long before each we knew.

That great One that lives in us,
By His grace flashes Love's touch,
And we dig and dig on to search,
The time-above liberty from Unconscious!

And when the black snake dies,
Reasoned -caused virus flees,
We realize each as the identity of the same,
Without this temporal body and fading name.