Orbiting The Field Of Being Poem by Ayni Poet

The Sun walks its incandescent steps
Over the sea's blue bubbles and plankton,
Spills its firey breath over the palm leaves,
Painting the sand in milky sheer.

What a beautiful illusion,
The senses create a quantum soup
Which we all drink and enjoy
But rarely part the veils and layers.

A life spent of ripples is dust in the sky,
Who can dive into the ocean's deepness
And settle the most intense hunger,
That of unlocking the Reality's single code?

Countless clues are overlooked,
About the nature of "I" and "this",
A mystery cracking itself, showing the core
And recreating again its magical, unknown aura.